They Say What They Say

When I got to work yesterday, I was informed that I looked terrible and that I should go home. Forty-five minutes later I did just that. Seems my little virus has developed into a secondary chest infection. At least that's what the doctor said, and it explains why I still feel like crap. I took his word for it, and the certificate that gave me yesterday and today off as well.

Of course instead of staying home and resting like I probably should have, I spent most of the afternoon dithering in fabric shops as I tried to chose some material to make a dress for my birthday. But I couldn't find one thing that I really liked (or could afford) so I ended up coming home empty handed. Not sure what I'm going to do now. I'll probably end up buying something, but I haven't got that much time to shop, what with work and homework that needs to be done and the like. A dress miracle would be very nice right about now.

As usual I have a pile of dishes and no enthusiasm when it comes to actually doing something about them. In my next life, a dishwasher is compulsory. But I have watched all of season three of Farscape and have just started on season four, so the last few days haven't and entire bust. Damn, Ben Browder is a good looking guy!