This not being able to update at work thing is a pisser. I find I don't really have time outside of work to devote my usual 3-4 hours a day to the web.

Sad, but true.

Actually, I have been dealing with some emotional things that I don't really understand and therefore can't really bring to the page.

That and being Martha Stewart all about the house. You know, the whole Christmas thing. It is our holiday.

And I'm sick. Stuffy head, scratchy throat, watery eyes, slight fever - not the coughing, can't breath type sick yet, but it's coming.

So I'm wavering in my manic way between Holiday Happy and Just-Feed-Me-And-Hand-Me-The-Remote Sad.

Speaking of which, I have the last two DVD's of "The Soprano's" second season and some of my favorite sick foods melting on the counter.

If I'm feeling better I'll try this out again later. However, I promised Little Boy we could make cookies this evening. Somehow I don't think that's going to help.