And I'm so number one that it's a shame.

My head, specifically my sinuses are chock full of fluid. In the hot steamy shower this morning it started flowing out in various forms and it wasn't terribly pleasant yet still somewhat satisfying. Now I'm drinking hot peppermint tea which is helping lift the fog a bit. Of course the temptation to stay home was there (not becuase I'm really sick but because hey, it's not going to work!), but I've used up so many sick days and if I didn't leave the house I would end up spending all day watching television and making myself more lethargic and apathetic. At least if I'm up and dressed I might get some other things done. If nothing else, lunch with Ms. MillerMillerMiller is today. Besides, my only symptom so far is sinuses, which makes me think it's allergy and not virus related.

My new chaps fit me rather well and were met with hearty approval yesterday evening. I'm still trying to figure out exactly what kind of leather daddy I am/will be, but I think I'm progressing quite nicely on that developing front.

In Other News^TM, even though the prospect of the actual move isn't appealing, I'm very very ready to be living somewhere else. The teenagers in our foyer last night (which is just on the other side of a thin wall from our bed) were very polite and accomodating after I went outside to talk to them sweetly and sleepily, but the fact remains that our apartment feels constantly bombarded with noise and sound and bumps and yelling and it's hard to relax. It was never this bad prior to last month or so and it seems to be getting worse each day.

Time to do work and decide if I can accomodate both a mid-morning snack and lunch in a couple hours. I should probably wait.