Stupid sick is right.

It's monday, it's rainy and gross and the server is dead. Whee?

This morning's NPR induced dream involved my car being blown up in the parking garage and then being lectured by my not!boss about unsecured wireless ( even though I was using dialup) allowing Starbucks customers access to our network which is why flickr is painfully slow to load at work.

Well, NPR was responsible for the first. The rest? No clue.

HA! Any dream where you get upset about both Starbucks and Flickr is funny to me.

The big clothing sort is happening still. Good bye Skinny Clothes, I barely knew ya.

I have no idea how Starbucks worked its way in there. Maybe viral marketing or something.

Dude, viral marketing dreams seems really evil. Just up Starbucks's alley. And I like Starbucks, don't get me wrong.

I'm so resistant to finishing this whole sorting project.

I think what I need is one of those light alarm thingies. Because even with the alarm going off, my body just does not believe that it's supposed to get up while it's pitch dark outside.

I'm so resistant to finishing this whole sorting project.

Wrap (or use pretty boxes) up the stuff going away for another day so that you can pretend they are presents for your future self!

OK, that sounded less lame in my head. It's still too early.

No. It's not lame. It's more like, "Good-bye skinny clothes! I hope to fit in your size 4-ness again one day. Maybe this time next year? Except you are all spring and summer weight, so maybe in spring 2008."

Then I get panicky and depressed as I pull on a pair of drawstring pants and a fuzzy almost terry-cloth like pullover.

Jesse, I totally need one of those too. And more heat.

Except rumor has it that it is supposed to be 84 degrees today. WTF?

Monday.

Monday.

Monday Monday Monday Monday Monday....

Nope, the word still retains its meaning.

Except rumor has it that it is supposed to be 84 degrees today. WTF?

Your side of the Earth is too close to the sun....