I have a fever. To be honest, a fever for ME is 98.7 degrees, which is where I was an hour ago. My normal body temperature is usually 97.4, and I like to think that makes me "cool blooded," sort of like a serpent or a Ninja Turtle.

The fever doesn't bother me. Last time I called my doctor about a fever he told me it "ain't no thang." Well, he didn't really say it in those words, but it sounds so much cooler than "wait a day and get some sleep, you silly young lady."

What bothers me is that I'm losing my voice. I LOVE my voice. Well, no, that isn't strictly true. I have a little girl voice and it's sort of a curse. What I LOVE is TALKING. You think I'm opinionated on the internet? Ha! Get a margarita in me and introduce the topic of why I think we're all idiots. You'll be praying for laryngitis.

Interestingly enough, although I can talk someone's ear off, I hate the phone. Mostly because it's a time sucker. I can't do anything else while I'm on the phone. Also, I don't get a lot of quiet "me" time and invariably people either call when it's either TOTALLY inappropriate or when I've just gotten the apartment to myself for three minutes.

What do I like? Presents. Also sock yarn. I've decided that I'm going to make more diabetic friendly socks for the Vikingesque web designer who shares my apartment (and my hair ties, headbands and sunglasses. I got this idea after reading the advice on in this month's Knitty.

Apparently, diabetic feet need really cheap acrylic sock yarn, rather than pricey mercanized cottons. Well, Hell, I can buy that!

I hope everyone has a happy Fourth, and I hope I don't lose my voice entirely, because I need it to make such clever remarks as "gee, it's grey outside" and to ask "why are you wet?" to the cats about eight hundred times. Why ARE they always wet? It's one of life's great mysteries.