Hacking up a lung...

Terra Firma was sick yesterday. Not even just sick, but mega-sick. She stayed home from work, and comprised little more than a sullen, slightly odorous lump on the couch when I walked through the door after a rather punishing day, yesterday. To made matters worse, she wanted half the music off my computer (she’s not a Mac-head, and so had a very hard time figuring out how to get it for herself), and after I showed her how to use the directories and transfer stuff onto her jump drive, hacked her way through several gigs of music transfer by USB… In my bedroom… The place where my asthmatic ass sleeps. I just know I’m gonna come down with Pneumonia. To add icing to the cake, she hacked SO LOUDLY last night, all night long, that my cat Maggie was afraid, and kept hiding behind my head with each Terra-shaking cough. Normally, one has to be at a fever-pitch of sexual excitement to be heard through the walls between our bedrooms. Just lets you know how sick she is, and, by extension, how screwed I am to be.