*mmm*

There's something so nice about comfy Sundays spent at home, doing nothing.

I had a dream last night about Coca-Cola that came in tallboys, trying to help someone print out an important document, looking for a pagan store in a small tourist-trap town, and saving a small cute white bug from death on a rooftop. I don't really think it means anything...although the bug was the cutest bug, and Coke needs to come in big cans like that.

Mmm...Coke. I need more, need really meaning want and not need.

Zathras is staring at me. He's probably thinking of eating me.

I should sweep my floor.

Aren't I exciting?
-M.

Waiting...

for Jason to call to say he got back to his parents ok.

Zathras is so sad right now. He's sitting *between* Jason's pillows, trying to burrow into them to sleep.

We were being silly tonight...managed to throw my back right out. It's my own fault...but it is REALLY out, by this point. Sitting and standing hurt. I wish I had some painkillers, but Tylenol and tiger's balm will have to do. I will not being doing a whole lot for a few days, I guess.

This is the longest point in the week...waiting for the 5 days to pass until Jason comes home.
-M.