This cold needs to die. I have to be at work at eleven tomorrow and I give it until then to go away or I will find a way to take severe retribution.

My head hurts, my throat hurts, my joints feel funny, and it feels like it's about ten degrees in the house.

Enough already.

And Virginia politics continues to raise my hackles. The latest George Allen ads are attacking the books that Jim Webb has written, calling them sexist and deviant because of the sex scenes. Apparently, the creators of these spots haven't read any recent novels, or simply believe that the average voter hasn't. Bleah. I want this election to be over, although I may not like some of the results. I think the Democrats may retake much of Washington, but the disgusting Anti-Marriage Amendment is all too likely to pass. The thought of it makes my stomach hurt, and that doesn't mix well with the thrice-cursed cold.

On a completely different note:

Jenn, you are a wonderful person. I'm sorry that you had to deal with your nanny's stroke, but the fact that you were there for her at the hospital may have saved her life. I hope the doctors and nurses involved realize that.

Edit for those who don't live in Virginia: The amendment I referred to says that a valid marriage can only be between a man and a woman, and also forbids legal contracts between same-sex couples and could also do away with many rights of unmarried heterosexuals. I will continue to refer to it as the Anti-Marriage amendment as if it makes any difference what I call it.