Stayed up last night and wrote and watched tv, saw the Faking the Video again, marvelling once more at JC-the-hardass whose immediate response to we could lose our jobs is "I'm really sorry, guys." Bastard! It's a wonder he gets any work at all. Also spent the night pretty much writhing in agony, as my body decided it didn't like whatever I'd eaten yesterday and the day before and shut down. Finally had to make myself throw up and felt much better, perversely, and oh! Look at the time! [/archibald the asparagus] You all don't really want to hear about that, do you? That's what I thought.