December 27, 2002
Stephen and I are both sick, taking turns puking our guts out. It makes it fairly difficult for me to demand that he clean his room, like I said he had to. He simply can't do it, and there's no way I can make him. We're both pretty pathetic at the moment. Well, I guess it's sort of nice being freed of the obligation of actually having to *do* anything. Not that I think involuntarily emptying the contents of my stomach periodically throughout the day is a fair exchange for some relaxation time. Wow, the holidays are fabulous, aren't they?