That's it. I would like to be shot.

Oh, Saturday. I love you, Saturday.

I just watched Shaun of the Dead for the 1,700th time.

The Kid is down for a nap, and I am going to make couch angels and count the number of Mexicans coming out of the 2-bedroom apartment across the way. I think eight people live there. Today I've seen a girl, four different guys, two cases of beer, a lot of staggering, and one drunken argument. Andale!

They're more entertaining than counting sheep.

I think we're going to need a trip to Target for some toys. It's cold and rainy outside (and by cold, I mean, it's 66F/21C, but shut up, I have a fever) and I have no energy whatsoever. I feel bad that the Kid is so bored, but me laying on the floor and letting her jump on me can only go on for so long...

Tea. I need tea.