Replay

Ugh. Today was blechy. I got an attack of nausea and a bad headache at the same time. They both hung around most of the day. I was rolling around on the bed groaning. I tried the neck massager I got William for Christmas but it didn't work on me. It hurt. I finally felt better after I ate the dinner William gallantly prepared. I couldn't take the cats for long. They were all lying on the bed while I was and it seemed like cats were everywhere. Xena stays pretty mild-mannered in one corner but both Cash and K-nack like to get cuddled up so close you can't move. I tried to read Espresso Tales by Alexander McCall Smith in between groans. The humor helps. I need to read the two new Scotland Street books, The World According to Bertie and The Unbearable Lightness of Scones. I started the fourth Twilight book, Breaking Dawn, but haven't gotten very far yet. I've been watching a DVD Wren loaned me of Little Britain and gnashing my teeth over not being able to see Little Britain USA on HBO. Some of the skits I can barely watch, particularly the proper British lady who throws up all over people. Seeing me cover my eyes makes William laugh, for some reason.