I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

stupid as it sounds.

There I was, thinking I’d some sort of immunity against the common cold. Dumb dumb dumb.

Now I’m just sick sick sick.

I’ve a splitting headache. Add that with my already sparkling personality and you’ve got a very grouchy (ok, grouchier than usual) Qoo.

Bleah.

In other news, the knitting is coming along spiffily. When I told my mom about my new hobby, she said she always wanted to learn and was glad I now knew how. She also asked what I’m making, to which I replied, “a dishcloth”.

It took her 5 minutes to stop cackling over the phone.

Well, I guess we all know who‘s not getting dishcloths for Christmas.