Today started out well, it really did. The leftover half of my Baja Fresh burrito for breakfast, for example. Typing in the lost story made me feel like I accomplished something early on.

Then I realised I’m getting sick. I have been stomping through the house complaining ever since. For some reason, I get sick every damn time Teresa visits. I don’t know why, and it’s royally pissing me off.

Now, I just read that this is going to be the last season of “Angel”.

I have to go stomp around some more.