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Ugh. I seem to have come down with some form of the plague and I've spent the past 24 hours feeling like so much crap.
On top of that, the local sports television network decided to air college football, the freakin' UofA Wildcats at that, instead of the Diamondbacks game. What the hell? This is September baseball, for the love of god. With the division still to be decided. I am unamused. *scowls*
So, in an effort to make myself feel better, I ordered in some yummy wonton soup, made some cinnamon tea, and settled in to watch For Love of the Game. And then I proceeded to cry like a little baby. This movie! It just kills me every time! *sniff*
I think that this crud is going to require more than tea and a good cry, though. I'm off to find some heavy duty cold meds and try to beat this thing into submission.
On top of that, the local sports television network decided to air college football, the freakin' UofA Wildcats at that, instead of the Diamondbacks game. What the hell? This is September baseball, for the love of god. With the division still to be decided. I am unamused. *scowls*
So, in an effort to make myself feel better, I ordered in some yummy wonton soup, made some cinnamon tea, and settled in to watch For Love of the Game. And then I proceeded to cry like a little baby. This movie! It just kills me every time! *sniff*
I think that this crud is going to require more than tea and a good cry, though. I'm off to find some heavy duty cold meds and try to beat this thing into submission.
