since i've been spending so much time recently unable to work or do puzzles, i got a book from the library. i was planning to read it while cuddling in bed with the beautiful and talented alisa. but i can't. someone read my book. can you believe it? now i don't have anything to read. guess i'll have to content myself with just cuddling. i can't sleep in the middle of the night cause i start coughing when i lie down. it's a real ugly kind of cough too. the kind that sticky gooey ick hacks just far enough up the ole wind pipe to trigger stomach wrenching gag reflex. sigh. and no book to read to distract myself. great. man, if i get my hands on the person who read *my* book. i am so going to make them pay.