Krud

Google also loathes me.

My body does too, as it finally has given in to the springtime changeover sick, a lowgrade crud that makes me want to sleep and watch cartoons all night. I punched myself in the face last night during a nightmare and that's how I woke up and started my day. But today, I got flowers in the mail from miss sweet thang, and a butterfleur from Calin da Cat. That and the love bomb email from Mug last night is balancing out the bad very well.

I tell you, there is nothing I like better than getting real mail, handwriting, colored pens, envelopes, pressies. Thanks, women, again for coming in and illuminating my world today.