I'm feeling much better...

...I even danced around my apartment to some old Tom Waits--a sure sign the virus is losing it's grip:) (Though Tom might bring people back from the dead; I could see it. I love me that Tom Waits! A true American gothic hero if there ever was one:)

Now I can get things done!!! Things I want and need to do!!! *clicks heels in the air* No more damn cough syrup! (Well, maybe a little. *hack*)
And Brian got a consulting job, so he is also in good spirits. (He's becoming a much sunnier person now that he's had time to relax.) Things are looking up. *Bright smile at the prospect of some much-needed shopping this weekend*


Ms F, full of joy instead of phlegm...

Ripping off a British folk-song before 5:)

Weekend is a' cumin in,
loud sing cuckoo!
faxing need and copier feed
until your face is blue,

Weekend is a 'cumin in,
Loud sing (little electric) cuckoo!
Purchase orders, doodle in borders
"till it's time to goo,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,
sweet bird are you, so hurry up, cuckoo!

Weekend is a'cumin in,
loud sing (sitting on your wrist) cuckoo,
Tell Excell to go to hell,
until it gacks on you;
Weekend is a'cumin in,
Loud sing (palm pilot) cuckoo,
Go ahead and sneak out late,
your boss just snuck out, too..

cuckoo, cuckoo,
Sweet bird are you, so hurry the &*^% up, cuckoo!!!!



Ms Fledermaus, with 2 hours yet to go...*sigh*