I'm not dead...

although I'm really really sick. So that's why I'm not blogging, even though I sort of promised. I couldn't sleep until 7 am last night /this morning because of all the coughing. I can't take responsibility over words written in this state, so now I'm just going to focus on getting two books to their new owners and after the trip to the PO I'll try to just be. Maybe read, if I still can't sleep.

I'm so glad I'm home alone, I sound gross and I look gross. I got a pretty haircut yesterday, but the haircut can't rescue me now. I need to de-gross a little and pack my packages. Uh oh.