Yeah. Square head. Might be a factor, actually.

As to the tale of woe itself, lessee. Worked the first eight hours of the alleged day, then got stood up for the first date I've managed to set up since moving. Actually, for a good little while before that, too. Then seeking the sweet oblivion of sleep, I return to my abode to find workmen tearing the kitchen to shreds in order to replace the sinks that were supposed to be replaced in September, and furthermore, that I was supposed to have enough notice to get outta town for.

So very much with the circular saws slicing up the floorboards for access to pipes on the other side of the thinnest wall in the whole city separating my room from the kitchen. By the time I conceded the issue of a restful day's sleep, I'd also picked up a bitchin' head cold for the first time in recent memory, which is aided not at all by the apartment being chock full of dust. And you forgot my birthday and made me cry.

Oh, Mecha. Your landlord is an ass. Is there anyway to force him to put you up in a hotel?

Naw, I don't figure. It's almost over by now, anyway. Actually, he's the nicest landlord I've ever had. Which isn't saying tons, but still.

Huh.

As for the rest... Drink lots and lots of hot water and tea.

Enh, a total lack of tea on my part, and since last night, a total lack of running water in my aparment, I'm drinking juice and bottled lukewarm water. I feel a bit better today, actually. The little virus fighting Ninja that live in my bloodstream are currently strapping on all manner of weaponry and gadgets while stirring patriotic music plays in the background. There's some germ ass to be kicked this day, I can feel it.

For heaven's sake. Things really are sucking for you.

Say, did I mention how we're leaving for our vacation tomorrow?

No, but Helkesst did. (I am big with the code names.)

Enh, this too shall pass. And if I work it right, I can still ruin your vacation by every once in a while subtly reminding your that you made me cry even though you didn't.

You really have no idea how genuinely bad I feel about it.

No, but I know to three decimal places how bad you should feel about it. Which is convenient, because thats where all the numbers live in that result. Wee side of the decimal.

I seem to be living in reverso land.

I feel very guilty, and the worst part is that Brian will have your attitude.