Bleh. I am sick. Yesterday the roof work at the 'brary included the delightful side bonuses of a constant rain of dirt and dust from the ceiling onto all surfaces in the library (including people), ear-splitting sawing noises, noxious fumes, and the appearance of the sun through my office ceiling. I left feeling only 30% crappy but by the time I was ready for bed my sinuses felt gross so I took some NyQuil to knock me out. So today I made the executive decision to stay home sick (1/2 preemptive strike, 1/2 laziness) and I am still feeling gross. I think I'm mostly gross because I still feel all NyQuil-y (yes, it's been approximately 13 hours since I took the last dose but apparently it's still in my system). I sort of think it'd be a good idea to drink a ton of Coke to wake myself up, but I am out of Coke and until I get up the energy to take a shower I am not fit for the store.

Is Avril Lavigne Liz Phair Jr.? Speaking of Ms. PunkyPants, at the conference a couple weeks ago I picked up an ARC of this book, which is a novelization of the song Sk8r Boi. I have yet to bring myself to actually read it.

Watching crappy TV seems to be using up all my energy right now. Just saw an ad in which a couple are out in a boat with a leak and she handily fixes it with one of the Entire Box of Twenty-Eight Freakin' Tampons she just happens to have in her purse. An ENTIRE BOX, people. No one needs that many tampons at a moment's notice. Unless, I guess, you're in a boat with 28 tampon-sized holes in the bottom.