2003-06-23 - 1:14 a.m.

Are you like me? I guess I phrase this in the terms of: do you get emotional and introspective at bedtime?

I always seem to do this. I get all teary and feel sorry for myself when The G is at his most tired and most needing of sleep. Tonight was yet another one of those nights I'm not proud of. I had to get up, as it has begun to get late and I have gotten a second wind and become Chatty Cathy when this happens.

I've got a weird, round purple bruise on my leg. It's suspicious because it is very purpura-ish and it's scaring the hell out of me. I keep trying to convince myself that I must have poked myself with something because I don't have the odd red spray rash that comes with 30K platelets. We went to bed sort of late for us on a Sunday (stayed up watching "Catch Me If You Can") and I'm hormonal so it's not making anything easier. On top of this, I've been fighting one bastard of an ear infection and pharyngitis since Wednesday. Needless to say, "I don't feel well" has been my motto all week.

We went over to Jeff and Tiff's last night for dinner and a movie. These are The G's cousins that we helped move in about a month ago, and they are slowly getting settled into things. Logan is beginning to talk and it's hilarious. He'll tell you who Elmo is, even though he doesn't watch Sesame Street and doesn't have any toys with him on them, and he knows "happy", "nose", and can show you his belly button. He's absolutely darling, and when we arrived, he went running to The G with his little arms out-stretched and a gigantic smile on his face. I made %%diary-oddly-enough%%'s famous chocolate cake as our item to take so we wouldn't appear to be mooching a meal off them (even though Tiff said since they invited us I shouldn't have brought anything at all), and everyone loved it-not a surprise at all. I'm telling you, that cake recipe was one of the best things about my trip down to see her!! Anyway, Logan loved the cake and certainly ate his fare share of it. I look forward to seeing them again-they are great people and I'm happy they want to spend so much time with us.

I caved and ordered the newest HP book a few days ago. According to the USPS, I should have it in a couple of days. Good thing too, since none of my books are holding my attention at the moment and I've got something like 4 or 5 going (Nanny Diaries, A Prayer for Owen Meany-again, one of the Sweet Potato Queens books, a Stephen King, and Anatomy of a something (it's a John Douglas)-it's been in my car for some time now and I keep forgetting to bring it inside).

It's storming outside...naturally, since we broke down and turned the a/c on today. Why can't it rain when it's chilly and we don't need the cooler air inside?

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