If I had a working camera, I would totally take a picture of the bruise the shotgun gave me. At least I can move my arm today.

When I told the host of the weekend trip to West Virginia that I wanted to make him something, he told me I could knit him a sock for his shot gun. I should have submitted that idea to that Manly Things Contest.

The hubs got such a bad sunburn this weekend that his head is oozing. It's pretty fucking gross, I have to say.

My neck is no longer swollen.

I got the mono. I don't like being this tired. I've been all knit-crazy lately, but now I'm just too tired to knit. I don't like it. I'll knit for 15 or 20 minutes, then suddenly my eyes go all wonky and I have to put it down. Bummer.

We're going to West Virginia this weekend. Cabin in the woods. Provided people don't quarantine me while we're out there, it could be a good time.

I've cried about 3 times today watching the things on the TV.

So, maybe, hopefully, Carl might have a chance at justice.

Times.

I'm hardly doing any work at work. But who knows if I'll have a job to slack off at tomorrow, so I have to do what I can while I can.

We're trying to get my brother a lawyer. He's got all this stuff written down that would hopefully be grounds for an insufficient counsel motion.

I don't not have a job...

I should know soon if I have the Varicella antibody. I've never had the virus as far as I know, and I don't really want to get it now. Working in a pediatrician's office, I feel like maybe I could be in big trouble if the wrong kid came in.

I went to the grocery store today to get things for a party I'm having on Saturday that you should come to if you're in town. I ended up getting a sex toy recommendation from the cashier. So, good day.

My boss told me today "If anything goes wrong, well, it was nice working with you."

Even though I was thinking that I need to find a new job, I would kind of like to do it at my own leisure.

Also, I'm kind of disappointed that I ended up not being pregnant.

A few nights ago I had a dream about my What If Boy. It was all about what may have happened if I had told him how I felt or something. It was weird. I'm still a little freaked out by it. It's probably because the hubs and I still aren't having sex very much, and the dream was heavy with sexual connotations. It was almost a sex dream, but I guess I felt guilty or something?

Anyway. Enough of all the information you don't need.

I wish I had a new job.