a perfect monday

although i'm still feeling sick, and i have to be back at work tomorrow :(

the tail end of one of today's dreams:
working off a stylish sheet of instructions, i enter the diaper-changing room, fold up the basin, wedging myself in and the doors shut with barely enough breathing room.
panicking from claustrophobia, i'm unable to release the doors, nor find the lever to activate the elevator mechanism described in the directions.

is this a trap?

i've spent today resting, reading, advancing in megatokyo, being up-to-date with the news (although that hasn't been very interesting), and eating foodstuffs that sick people eat.

okay, aside from the chocolate and watermelon.

tool - stinkfist video is superb (i *love* being a decade behind!)

squishees!

i never realized that the pancor jackhammer is for real.

etymology for the day:
abattoir
"slaughterhouse for cows," 1820, from Fr. abattre "to beat down" (see abate).