Licensed to ill.

I'm sick, dammit!

I hate being sick. I never get sick and I'm not good at it and it turns me into a whiney little bitch.

This is when my wife earns her stripes. Which reminds me, Jeannie is going to have an interview on Tuesday with an architecture firm that she's pretty interested in working for. She put a lot of work into putting together a mini-portfolio, and apparently the guy liked what he saw, so now she has to gather together a lot of the stuff she's worked on over the last few years--art stuff, design stuff, architecture stuff. She's pretty pumped, and I'm pretty pumped for her.