Presumed to be awesome.

Why do we say we're under the weather when we're sick? Anyone know the origins of that idiom? Edumacate me!

Anyway. Yes. Still unwell. I had to drag my miserable self to court this morning, but I've spent the rest of the day laying about feeling like crap. I do, however, have plenty of orange juice, some yummy chicken noodle soup my mom made me yesterday, lots of Kleenex, and some cold medicine -- so I'm prepared to fight this thing until the death! Or, hopefully, something short of that.

Yesterday's plan for staying in bed until I felt better was interrupted by the acquisition of some last minute tickets to the baseball game. Despite feeling like road kill, I simply could not let baseball tickets go to waste! Especially not really great tickets, three rows from the field, right next to the D'backs dugout! So I went. I coughed. I sneezed. I cheered my sick little heart out. And still my D'backs lost. I just. I can't even talk about them right now.

I can say though that I really want this!!! CHRIS!!! Sadly, it's priced higher than anything I can get close to justifying. But, still, how cool would that be??? *grabby hands*

Let's see, what else? Oh, yes. I got caught up on True Blood yesterday. It's so BAD. It's a mildly entertaining flavor of bad, but still. I'll still watch it, at least until Alexander Skarsgård's character makes an appearance. I have no shame!

Also, my calendar tells me that the Winchester boys are back this week!!! (Why, yes, I do in fact calendar the season premiers of my favorite t.v. shows! These are IMPORTANT dates!)

That's all. I'm sick. I need tea. And my bed. *cough* *sniffle* *sneeze* Blerg.