late nights, bright lights

Sick, sick, sick, tired, and sick.

Pneumonia sick, actually.

Hanging at the boyfriend's apartment with the boyfriend (his name is Craig, actually), his roommates, his roommates 'dates'. We are watching Family Guy. Well, they are watching, I am half watching, half writing this update and half writing foursome slashness for Sparrow.

All I really want to do is curl up like a kitten on my boyfriend and sleep for four days, but I have working to do forevermore.

See you soon, internets!