Boy, I wish I could go to SXSW. What a time to visit Austin! Sixth Street, live music, bar hopping, wristbands, free rides home…hehehe…Wish I’d actually done it while I was there! I never did hit Sixth Street on any of the really good nights. Brian was always too chicken to go during a festival or on a holiday, and I never had anybody else to go with really. Halloween, New Year’s, SXSW, any of them would have been fun. Sixth Street is fun all by itself, a holiday would just make it better. Nothing like that up here at all, unfortunately.

After thinking about it, I guess I don’t really “blog” in the truest sense of the word. This is just a convenient place to post a diary, for me. I don’t get on twenty times a day or anything, or post really cool links, or comment on much of anything except my own life. Which obviously isn’t that interesting, because I don’t think I’ve ever had a regular reader in the 5-odd years I’ve been publishing my diary.

Of course, I might be more likely to have regular readership if I actually *posted* regularly, wouldn’t I?!

Here I am again, blogging away. Barely recovered from last weekend, but doing better today than I have been. Now if only Brian wasn’t so sick. It’s almost as bad as having him on call. Actually, it’s worse, because even when he’s on call he’ll come downstairs now and then. When he’s sick, he’s completely gone. He’s really sick, though, I feel sorry for him. And I REALLY REALLY hope I don’t get it!!! He looks like I felt with my last cold. I hate winter.

I am so tired today. I know the meaning of the phrase “bone-weary.” I’m so tired, I can fall asleep standing up, and yet I feel like I just took speed, that buzzing feeling along my limbs. That’s what I get for staying up too late.

We had a blast Saturday night. I got a brand-new shirt made just in time for the dance, a really cool drapey red shirt. It took a lot longer to make than I expected, but Brian was great about watching the kids Saturday so I could work on it, and I am now an expert at narrow rolled hems.

Still sick. Sick sick sick. I think this is the worst cold/illness/whatever I have had since I had the flu right when we moved into this house last February. At least I’m not coughing, but I feel like my nose is trying to explode, I have snot running down my face at the same time, and I’m achy all over. AND I CAN’T TAKE ANYTHING FOR IT!!!!! I miss my Alka-Seltzer.

The Worst Bad Day Ever.

Of course, it seems I post something along those lines every six months or so. They can’t all be the worst day of my life, can they? Wouldn’t that mean my life was just getting worse and worse as it goes on?

At any rate…

I felt like I was getting a cold last night when I went to bed. Liam already had one, snotface and all. He didn’t want to sleep alone, so I spent last night actually getting head-butted by him. Hard.

Ok, so it took longer to load the car than I planned. Not to mention I wound up coming back to the computer half a dozen times for something I forgot (printing maps, backing up my PDA, saving the address/phone of people I’m staying with, telling my clients I’m going on vacation…). We didn’t leave the house until after 10 o’clock, and with stopping to say goodbye to Brian and stopping for donuts, we didn’t truly hit the road until 11:30.

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