That is wonderful, vw. I'm so proud of you.

We're okay. We were never terribly sick, just sick enough to be miserable and useless, and for a little too long.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you. I'm a little proud of me too. I only had a few moments of, "This is never going to end." Most of the time I was more like, "This is only temporary. I'll be back on my feet soon." So, that's also a bit encouraging. Of course, all of my friends and family's encouragement was of the former, which helped muchly.

and for a little too long.

That's the extra sucky part.

Hey, if anyone has some extra ~ma lying around today, my mom could use it. She's taking her big project management certification test. She's very nervous, but also very prepared, I think. So, some test~ma would be greatly appreciated.

Oh yeah, all the best to your mom, and a boatload of confidence, too!

I see that interesting conversation about pornography, well, petered out.

Ok...I've swept the bathroom and kitchen with my fabulous new broom. I got behind all the hidden corners and everything. It was gross, and I'm not drenched in sweat again. I can't wait to shower.

vw is a ROCKSTAR. I so decree it.

I see that interesting conversation about pornography, well, petered out.

Okay, I'm all fuzzy-headed from muscle relaxers (fie upon thee, O back of mine), but -- where was the porn conversation? How did I read right past it?

Also, every time I read this thread title, I get earwormed with Lyle Lovett's "She's No Lady."

vw is a ROCKSTAR. I so decree it.

If I was a ROCKSTAR before, what am I know? I just mopped the bathroom, hallway and kitchen. If I was drenched and dripping before, I'm entirely saturated now!

All I have left to do is the living room. Yay! I'm gonna do that tonight when I get home from work...when Emily's not in here, so I'm not constantly going, "Ok. Lift your feet. Now don't move for at least 10 minutes."

Phew! Sent off more emails tonight. It's kind of an odd experience. When I'm writing to any given woman, I'm focused completely on her. I read her profile, try to tease out her personality, her interests, try to go deeper into it all. I try to picture how a date might go, try to work out where we're compatible, where we're not, all this sort of thing; then I call up another profile and become immersed in someone else. There's a real disconnect going on here between the numbers game of putting myself out there, and looking for what makes a woman unique.

This isn't necessarily profound, but I'm starting to find it somewhat disconcerting. I'm not really emotionally designed to play the field.

If I was a ROCKSTAR before, what am I now?

SUPER ROCKSTAR. Yup.