I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for the next 72 hours. The spaghetti sauce that smelled so wonderfully of garlic this afternoon now smells like old, icky meat, and I don't want to be anywhere near it.
On the bright side, I came up with a character for my friend Sarah's pirate RPG, 'The Other Pirates of the Caribbean,' and I look forward to playing him. :)
And now, back to my previously interrupted moaning and groaning.
Hm. I need to come up with an 'I feel like crap.' icon.