Sunday so far

My lungs are deeply unhappy, particularly the left one. Am sure that I should go to a doctor as soon as practical--not an emergency, but I should be feeling at least a tiny bit better by now and the fact that I do not is a problem. But tomorrow is a federal holiday, so the clinic probably has the day off. Yuck.

Enough whining from me. Finding myself in an '80s synthpop mood this weekend, I've been listening to the Thompson Twins fan station on Launchcast (fan stations consist of songs liked by people who rate an artist highly). I keep forgetting how much I love "Doctor Doctor" until I hear it again. Should I be surprised that Thompson Twins fans tend to like Def Leppard songs?

Spent time in bed trying to recuperate. Much napping. Also read a bit of the fifth Harry Potter book, though my brain doesn't want to concentrate that much right now.

New housemates moving in. I'm not used to this much noise.

I thought I might have had something interesting to say, but this turns out to be a pretty boring diary entry. Hit "Update Journal" and think about whether it's worth going down stairs in order to feed self.