Well, I think I'm kinda-sorta starting to feel okay. Maybe. It comes and goes. I still look like deep-fried ass, though, so who can tell for certain? The good news is, James went and picked up some Throat Coat tea for me, so now, I only sound like Marge Simpson about 50% of the time. Oh boy!
I was in a terrifically bad mood when I got up this morning, though. Those who didn't see me, be glad. :p
What else is there worth mentioning? Not a lot. I've been playing with my Sims when I can't sleep and I get bored with the TV. I made some new families with teenage boys, to hook up with the teenage girls I'd made previously. You can't age the random townie Sims (i.e. the computer-generated ones that don't have homes in the neighborhood), so it's kind of a bummer when the teenage girls grow up and you can't age their boyfriends along with them.
I think it's time for me to get back to work.