Sweaty palms

I am sitting here sweating...and my palms are sweaty. So either I'm feverish still or it's freaking boiling in our apartment tonight. Since I refuse to admit that I'm even remotely sick, I'm going with the freaking boiling explanation.

Anyway - I was going to tell you about my love/hate relationship with bathing, but it grossed me out and I decided not to. I don't mean bathing as in showering, or being clean...but bathing, as in filling a tub and sitting in your own filth...that kind of bathing. Sometimes I love it, but mostly I hate it...you know - because of the filth thing.

Ahhh...my husband must've heard my not-so-subtle bitching and moaning pleas about being hot and he brought me juice. Such a good man he is.

We are sitting here type type typing away on our respective laptops watching 80's music videos on VH1 Classic On Demand. You can tell that we know how to party right? RIGHT?! It's Saturday night, do you know what I'M doing!? That's RIGHT! Partying like it's 1989! RAWR!

So. I was going to post one of my current favorite music videos, but the stupid wanks over at YouTube are all worried about copyright infringement or something lame (ha! ... I kid...) so it won't let me embed the video.

U2: The Sweetest Thing

It's not hot in here anymore, so I'm going to try and go to bed. I wanted to stay up late and watch movies, but my back is sore and my husband is making me take medicine and lie down.

Song of the Day: "Gives You Hell" by: All American Rejects