The limitations of the medium

A wee small bomb (ha) dropped this morning, which even restricting this journal entry to "friends only" would still make too public. So you'll all just have to wonder. I will say that no one is dead, ill, or pregnant, so don't sweat any of that.

It sure has colored what should be a shiny happy day, though. Hopefully I will be able to ditch the line of thought by this evening.

At least the cough is gone. Wow, that syrup was some seriously big juju--usually my coughs stick around for weeks.

Self-aggrandizement moment

Even though I haven't worn my hair up in ages, I managed to get it into a perfect knot on the first try. Go Me.

Of course this means I have a hairstick digging into my head and will for the next several hours, but life _is_ pain, etc.