Far too much has been happening lately. I am so behind with everything that it's embarrasing. This was going to be my grand catch up weekend, so I could spend next week at festival guilt free.

I have a cold. A particularly nasty one. I've been trying to get some writing done, but I sneeze and then forget everything I had in my head. Evidently I'm supposed to just rent a movie or read Grapes of Wrath this weekend.

I skipped work yesterday, I'm skipping it all week in leiu of festival. I am also skipping guitar lessons today.

I have a whole bunch of writing that I'd like to get done, a bunch of art projects to plan, if not start, a whole lot of PD entries and organization to get on with.

Evidently, that is not going to happen. I'll be lucky if I get the short stories read for the practise diploma on tuesday. However, I am loving grapes of wrath to death. It may in fact be the most well written book I've ever read.

Mmmmmm... I made my mother go out and fetch me some fresh oregano last night, because oregano tea is by far the best thing for a cold.

I need to go lay down now.