Ugh.

I've caught something, which, I suppose, is the cost of that magical night in Brooklyn. I'm trying to make headway on Chapter One of The Wolf Who Cried Girl, but it's slow going. Normal entries will resuming when I stop leaking unnameable bodily fluids from various orifices.

Ugh 2.

My temperature's at 99.8 (my normal is 97.6). Joy. Going to lie down with Spooky and start Season Five of Weeds.