A confession

Forgive me, reader, for I have sinned. It's been four days since my last post.

In my defense, it is not because I have been trying to ignore you, but the fact that my job keeps getting in the way. Well, that and the fact that when I finally do get home at night, I've been obsessively watching season 2 of Nip/Tuck.

Yes, sad to say, I've become firmly engrossed in the goings-on of Drs. Troy and MacNamara. I've been taken back to the days when I was equally obsessed with Carrie and her cronies. Could this be the TV show to fill the void left by Sex in the City?

In addition to my job and Nip/Tuck, I've been sick...again. Apparently my body does not like the yo-yo weather of late and has left me with strep throat. And so, I'm left smelling like a menthoyl bomb and chewing Ricolas like they are candy. However, it is not as bad as my friend Becca, who had to take a cab to the hospital in the middle of the night the other day, only to be diagnosed with shingles. (which reminds me of scurvy for some reason but involves neither citrus or ships).
May your weekend be filled with neither shingles, scurvy or strep (or any other S illness), but with rest, fun and maybe even an episode of Nip/Tuck.