Wow, I actually switched on my windshield wipers today– the first time in months. It pretty much rained, er um drizzled, all day today. Lucky me, I got to work from home. I have a pretty good grasp right now on my project, so there wasn’t really a need for me to go in. My project manager is super cool about it: as long as I get my shit done, no worries. At least that’s his position for now. Hope things stay that way. I consider myself especially fortunate, because traffic in the rain would have been a total nightmare. Just like how people in DC don’t know how to drive in snow, people here don’t know how to drive in rain. I’m serious, so it’s good I stayed off the roads today.

Turns out though, my day at home wasn’t a total celebration. I’m sick. Not totally down and out, but definitely feeling it. John had the flu/cold last weekend, so it looks like I’m due this week. Sore throat, irritated eyes. I didn’t let it stop me from hanging out briefly with Fonda today (she got MORE stuff from Armani Xchange!) but shit, I’m gonna need a cold med to knock me out tonight. I also have this bizarre rash on my thigh, back thigh, and lower back. I thought the bumps were bug bites at first, but five days have passed and I’m still itchy as hell. And the bites have grown into half-dollar-sized welts. Lyme disease? I dunno, but John is grossed out. Maybe I’ll try some calamine lotion tonight. It’s fucking annoying as hell though, because all week at work, I was like impatiently scratching through my slacks. People probably thought I had body lice or scabies or something. Not a good image.

I think I’m staying home again tomorrow, so hopefully these next few days, I’ll recover from my various ailments. Thirty years old and totally broken. Not a good thing, man.