There is a plague running rampant through my household. It started with my daughter, spread to Andy, and finally I have it. Our roommate and Camille's babysitter are complaining of a sore throat now as well. Anyhow... I was dismissed from work early today, because my chef noticed how miserable I appeared to be. I took advantage of Cami being with the babysitter until the late afternoon and got some much needed rest.
My lack of motivation to clean after I put Cami to bed tonight led me to search for my long lost computer mouse, and I finally found it, so naturally, I spent the entire evening playing D2. Andy and I have been playing a lot of D3 lately on the xbox, and it's been making me feel nostalgic for my teenage days of PC gaming. After 4 hours of trying to focus on my tiny Amazon slaying equally tiny undead skeletons and demons... everything is starting to look fuzzy and I thought I should take a break. I forgot how much I enjoyed that game.