Forgive the previous emo, please

...It was just some ranting I had to do.

Well, I've done it. I'm sick again. I can't even figure out what I've got. Some crazy ebola-avian-flu-hanta-virus thing. It's draining. I keep sneezing in random patterns and my eyes are all puffy. It's just a cold, really, I know that. ...I hope it's just a cold. I'd hate it if I was really truly sick and had to take off a lot for work. As it is, unless my flesh is falling from my delicate skeletal frame tomorrow, I'm going to work anyway. I'm so desperate for hours. Also, this week is the last week of Summer Camp, so all the Pre-K kids I've spent a good eleven months bonding with are leaving to go on to kindergarten. I'm sure they'll do well, they're all good kids. God, is this what being a mom feels like when your child goes off to college? I'll miss the little demons.

I'm ashamed to say it, but I haven't been knitting much lately. I've been doing a lot of reading, and with this illness thing taking over my brain functions I'm afraid that I'll kill whatever project I'm working on. I'm also paranoid that I'm going to sneeze on the yarn or something and spread sick to the recipient. I know that's highly unlikely (isn't it?) but I'm silly like that.
Speaking of reading, my friend has just convinced me to pick up "Good Omens" by Neil Gaimen (he did Sandman) and Terry Pratchett (he wrote a lot of books). It's a great religious satire. The one thing that really caught me was the summary on the back.

"According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing. Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon--both of whom have lived amongst the Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have frown rather fond of the lifestyle--are not actually looking forward to the coming rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist..."

Specifically, that last line caught me.

I'm such a whore for books.