Jam has got to be about the worst thing that you can spill on your crotch on the way into work in the morning. Well... wait... maybe that's not true. I'm imaging all the things that could be spilled on my crotch and I can readily come up with some that are worse.
But it's annoying all the same.
I had my microwaved eggs and toast breakfast in the car again.
Work was work... isn't it always?
Home by 4:00, Sarah had Janet and the girls over. After they left we went out to pick up a few groceries. We stopped by Hollywood video and picked up Tony Hawk for the XBOX, and Taco John's for supper. Watched Joan of Arcadis (star trek was a re-run). After we put Ashley to bed we watched en episode of 6 Feet Under.
I fell alseep near the end, but once I was upstairs I started coughing. All night long I kept waking myself up hacking up phlegm. Today (i'm writing this the next morning) I'm tired and phlegmy. I can taste it running down the back of my throat...
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