I'm waiting on a book and a rare, imported CD, and I want them now. I've lived 21 years comfortably without them, but separation anxiety is starting to set in and it's only getting worse. I've become a mail checking fiend.
Ah, well. No post on Sundays. I did have a migraine this morning that lasted well into the afternoon. It was only about a 6.8 on the cranial richter scale, but it was a persistant sucker. It's gone now, though, so I suppose I should figure out what I'm doing with myself this fine evening.