magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I'm a little bit worried about the tickle that I've had at the back of my throat all day. That it's stage two (the fuzzy in the head-ness the other day was stage one) of an oncoming terrible cold that I'm ill prepared to get out of the way of. The fact that I can't seem to manage to buy vitamins or get to bed at a reasonable hour only adds credence to these fears.

I'm also afraid of confrontation, and so passed a message through the generally congenial intermediatorship of Caitlin about the progress (or lack thereof) of Monolith's web site. But with the promise to have something, functional and pretty, although likely as yet without all the bells and whistles that had been discussed, by this weekend. With the thought that a deadline will help motivate me.

I have no idea what the burrowing Pennsylvanian rodent has to say about the remainder of the season. I know I could look it up, but I haven't bothered. I'd love for spring to get here, but I'm no where near as depressed as I was last winter, and so I'm willing to just let it run its course. A little more snow won't hurt, and at least I've got light this year.