like, at all. i can't breathe, hear, or talk.
my boss is kinda feeling it too, i think. and we have a catering event tomorrow night. BLAH.
but in the mean time,
its 7 pm, i'm getting into bed, wrapping myself up in huge blankets, watching Donnie Darko and Before the Devil Knows You're Dead. and reading The Virgin Suicides (one of the books on my list) and drinking lots and lots of hot chocolate.
Maybe I'll actually fall asleep at a decent time, and won't wake up from bad dreams and coughing fits and I'll get a long, nice night of rest.
But that's doubtful.