I don't have a dry cleaning bag! I just bought the suit! But I will remember to save it for next time.

You can use a kitchen sized trash bag, it will do the same thing, but you've wasted a bag since you put a hole in the top for the hanger. A worthy sacrifice, however.

For P-C:

His brain is overloading
It has a chocolate coating.
Textbook case for Sigmund Freud.
Freakazoid! Freakazoid!

Thank you, dcp.

Apropos of nothing, there's a 2002 Jag for sale on our local public auction (current bid 3 grand) with an Amway sticker in the rear window. Can you say cover business? Heh.

George R.R. Martin: Fantasy Blueballer. Too awesome.

Got up this morning. Pretty sure I have a sinus infection. (Everything SMELLS WRONG.) I may try leaving a message for my doctor begging for antibiotics if I promise to call Monday morning for the first available appointment.

Got groceries. Rather than immediately going back to bed, which is what I wanted to do, I took out the garbage, have swept most of the condo, started laundry, and mopped the kitchen.

Shrift makes me feel like a slacker, even though I have not gone back to bed either. I've been trying to do as much neatening as I can before I get tired and go slounge for a bit again, but so far that's only about 20 minutes at a time.

And then I discovered there was a new Fringe last night, which so far is really fun-- buttoned down Lincoln, Olivia as Bell, flirting with Astrid!

I did some errands -- dropped some stuff off at Goodwill and only bought two books, used a groupon for roses, went to the bank -- and I have to recommend walking around with roses. People like it!

I, um. Well, I unpacked. And groomed the dog. And I just went to the grocery store for milk and vegetables. In a couple hours I will toddle out to see my folks and make them dinner. They're getting cassoulet; they better like it.

I'm still sick, though it's much better than it was. But I don't feel like exercising, any it's raining anyway.

Note that I am not sick, just fairly lazy.