shark week, or, why do i do this to myself every year?

[crankylex]

• I'm sick again.  Or maybe still, I don't know. All I know is I went to sleep on Friday night feeling reasonably okay, and a few hours later I woke up with one hell of a sore throat.  This means that I have spent the past two days on the couch, missing a party (at which my boyfriend apparently almost emasculated himself) and a much needed trip to the store in the process.
  
• I just spent 15 minutes hunting down black house flies in my living room, complete with a rolled up newspaper.  Body count = 5.
  
• I have another mysterious bruise on my leg, but unfortunately my camera had an accident (I'm currently pinning blame on my nephew's grasping toddler paws, but it could have just as easily been Jared's fault) and so I can't take pictures of it.
• I've been watching Shark Week all day.  I am terrified of sharks.  I avoid swimming in the ocean to this day because of Jaws.  I have a healthy respect for all top of the food chain predators, but sharks are the only ones that I have nightmares about.  Ocean of Fear , about the shark attacks on the survivors of the USS Indianapolis, is on right now, and all I can say is OMFG!!!
  
• I am heartily tired of all the eHarmony commercials on tv right now.  That founder guy totally creeps me out, and finding out that he is a fundamentalist Christian was totally unsurprising to me.
  
• It's too soon to say for sure, but I think I've broken Monty's peeing-on-the-couch habit.  ::knocks on wood::
• I am deeply, deeply bored right now.  That is all.