I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Squishy

So yeah, I think I'm getting the Flu...or West Nile or perhaps some other disease. I woke up last night thinking I was in an oven. I was so extremely hot I thought I was going to explode. After something cold to drink and sleeping on the floor I was fine. Perhaps it was cause by the fact that Shawn produces enough body heat to not need a blanket? I don't know. I just know that the floor was nice and cold to sleep on... And today I feel cruddy, but I will go to work anyway... cause that’s just the way I am.

I can finally walk on my foot properly again. Brian said he felt bad for running me over with the flower cart. It was an accident, and it was most likely my own fault. But damn, it hurt like hell. Work the next day was total hell. I think I should have just changed my name to Hop-a-long.

I heard that it is suppose to snow today or something. Yesterday it was 26 degrees out. I thought I was gonna die at work. Hopefully it only rains. We need a good rain to really settle things.

Driving home this morning, I realize that Broadway looks like a grid road. It is all gravel. I am still trying to figure out which moron thought it was a good idea to cover the main street in gravel....