Illnessocity

Anna's been sick for the past couple days.
We both slept for twelve hours last night. I guess we needed it.
I always get thirsty when I sit down to write these things, but I don't want to get up and lose my flow.
Thursday, I discovered that the furnace for the main part of the building was broken. It didn't too cold in most of the building, but it was absolutely freezing in my office. I called the repairman. He came Thursday, pulled the furnace apart, and informed me that the necessary part wouldn't be in until Monday.
He came back Friday afternoon, to tell me that the part had arrived early.
The heat was back on Friday afternoon.
Anna's father and I tried to go bird hunting this afternoon. Hank got himself whooped when he kept pointing rabbits.
I'm nekkid.
The Broncos are going to lose tomorrow.
There's always a whole bunch of stuff I want to write about, but I start writing and forget it all.
I fed the cats today.
Howie and Chief are both sleeping on the futon behind me.
College wrestling season has returned. This means that the Big Ten Network will now occasionally be showing wrestling. I love this time of year.
I've been trying to do some Christmas shopping for Anna's present. Unfortunately, the things that I know to get her are things on which I should really get her input. I don't want to go buying her the wrong thing.
It seems like every day we get another Christmas card from a resident. It seems like it would save everyone lots of trouble if they all just agreed to not send anybody Christmas cards. Then no one would feel guilty for not sending them, and no one would feel guilted into sending them, and no one would have to act pleased to receive them.
This is not to say that I wouldn't love to receive Christmas cards stuffed with cash from all my faithful readers.
I made chili last night. I made it differently than I typically make chili. This chili had no beans. It also included handfuls of tortilla chips.
For those of you who read this blog and also play Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, check out my current score and weep. You will never be as awesome as me. Heck, you will never be as awesome as Anna. (It's only a fluke that my score is higher than Anna's, and I'm sure that she'll remedy that quickly).
For those of you who read this blog and have Facebook and don't play Bejeweled Blitz, you should try it and realize how awesome I am. (I am not sure if any of you who read this that aren't already playing Bejeweled Blitz even have Facebook).
For those of you who don't know what Bejeweled Blitz is, be grateful that your life hasn't been sucked into a meaningless vortex of one minute sprints.
I'm using my back massager thing. My back is a little stiff.
This thirst is getting the best of me.
People who read this blog: Person Googling "Kittens in toilets"
I can only assume that this North Carolinian googler is a lady, unless of course it was a guy wanting to see kittens get flushed down toilets, but in that case, he probably should have been more specific. The real question is, "Is our dear North Carolinian reader wanting to see cute kitten videos or wanting to know why her cute kittens are obsessed with her porcelain pooper?" If she is wants to see cute kitten videos, she should just come here so I can punch her in the face for being lame. If she wants to know why her kittens play in the toilet, I can tell her right now that it is because they are retarded. They suffer from what is commonly known as "retarded-kitten-disorder." Other common symptoms include pooping in a litter box and eating food. The only known cure is giving your kittens away on Craigslist to people who aren't concerned that their kittens play in toilets.