Eh, it's 3.30 in the afternoon and I'm clock watching like my life depended on it. Like at 5 o'clock we find out if the meteor really is going to hit the Earth or not. (I watch too many disaster movies.)
I'm not feeling very well today, having some of the same symptoms that sent me off to the doctor late last week (where amongst the joys of being jabbed with a needle, peeing in a cup and having a 'turn your head and cough' hernia check, I found out I appear to have an enlarged liver). I already have a doctor's appointment for Friday (blood test results), and he isn't available until then, so I'm riding it out like the big tough, butch creature that I am.
Actually I'm riding it out by surfing the net for Torchwood updates and pictures of John Barrowman kissing various actors (ie: Season 2, Episode 1 he gets a liplock with James Marsters! You know, "Spike" from Buffy!). It's my kind of fun, sweetie.
It's 3.39. w00t! That much closer to meteor time.