I hate being sick.Somewhere over the last twenty-four hours, I have misplaced my voice. Watch your step, please, I'd hate to get it back with a clompy bootprint on it. My days this week have generally consisted of:

• Laying, sacked out and miserable, watching "comfort movies" like The Princess Bride.
• Going to my second and third interviews for an IT job. Here's hoping they're impressed by the fact that I showed up, even though I'm sick, rather than grossed out.
• Trying to read Lisey's Story, the new novel by Stephen King.
• Being miserable.

I feel bad though, because I haven't been able to go work for Red Alert Screenprinting... I honestly wish he could just afford to pay me enough for me to just continue working there. Blah.