So many uninteresting thoughts, so little time before I throw myself into bed and cough my way to morning...

Franklin and I are sick again. I either blame daycare or work - both are filled with sick people who are far too willing to share their germs. Yesterday, Franklin and I went home early due to our health, Our throats are so sore and swollen it is hard to swallow and although I can't speak for Franklin, I would prefer to just let the saliva drip from my mouth instead of going through the pain of actually swallowing. Franklin has been having trouble getting food down and there were two incidences where the small morsel of food he tried to swallow got stuck and I had to calmly reach down his throat to remove what he was choking on. I swear, being a mother has really taught me to act calmly in tense situations. Both times he was having trouble I was screaming inside yet, both times I watched my outside actions patiently come to his aid. Although I hope to never go through that again, it was amazing to see myself handle it that way.

On a less dramatic note, I have recently gone through a steep learning curve in terms of hacking and other such juvenile nonsense. Turns out, my computer was incredibly vulnerable and surprisingly quite interesting to a few people. I really have to say, what the hell do people need to enter my computer for? At least I know a bunch of new terms for trivial pursuit - dumpster diving, honey pots, cryptographic, shoulder surfing, war-dialing... and the beat goes on... it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.

I have two newly knocked up friends who should expect a subscription to hip Mama on their doorsteps. I couldn't decide between Mamalicious or hip Mama. I chose the latter due to the fact that it's been out longer. I think I might get a subscription myself.

Speaking of subscriptions, I am more and more impressed with The Walrus. This month's issue has an article by Michael Adams titled "Continental Drift". The piece is about the evolving differences and similarities between Canadians and Americans. I think I'm going to break down and subscribe to this too. I'm not sure if the bookstore appreciates me borrowing one off the stands every month.

Finally, I really must trudge off to bed. I have assignments due, a lunch to make and some dishes to wash. Two thirds of these will be done by tonight. At least Franklin's fish, who he appropriately named "Quack", is doing better. We have a new filter and I no longer have to change the water every night. I never gave it much thought when we decided to give Franklin a fish tank for his first birthday but I suddenly remember that I am insanely afraid of dead goldfish. I'm not sure where it stems from and perhaps I'm better off not knowing but if that fish ever decides to float upside down in a dead-like manner I might have to move.