Being a major league shitboy today. I'm finally feeling better, so after working all week with a fever, I called out of work for being "sick." Now I'm hanging out in my fatigues, eating Indian food for breakfast. I plan to spend the day cleaning up the house and playing outside, maybe making a little fire in the yard for myself, and cooking a lemon parsley chicken soup thing. 

Not much for deep thoughts today, I guess, or melancholy fuckery. The birds are starting fights at the feeder and the stray cats have left a network of prints across the fresh snow in the back. Maybe I'll write a little more in this later, or more likely, open up one of my stupid Yan stories and work on that. I'm in the mood, a bit.