But... oddly, even though my day was crap and I went to work wanting to start grabbing sharp sticks and poking people in the eye with them, I had an awesome day. My tips vs. my sales was a bit above 27%. Which makes me wonder if it's better to go to work all wound up.
Or, maybe people saw the blood in my eyes and said, "Tip her well, or she'll follow us outside and kill us!"
On the good side, I bought the Wolverine Origin series, all bound in hardback. This is the first "comic" I have bought for myself in a very very long time. And I bought it reluctantly, because let me tell you, my gaming group has a hell of an origin already for Wolverine, involving lots of weird head games, and lots of miserable things that happened to him all his life, including a father being killed right in front of him, a sister who was ordered to try to seduce him (and failed), a mother who was brain dead, a cousin who he had to murder, and an exploding turkey. (don't ask) Remember, these are just a few of the wonderful things myself and my gaming friends have put this man through. But we balance it out, because if there is one steadfast rule in any game that involves Wolverine, it's been Logan gets the babes.
So, I bought the book, because my friend Bob said, "Buy it, you won't be sorry."
He was right. I'm still in the big "sigh" about them actually explaining his origin, I always liked the, "Write it yourself!" idea of Wolverine, but aside from that, I thought the series was great. And that's all I'll say, in case anyone hasn't read it yet and is thinking about it.
My husband is sicker than a dog too. And while I feel very bad for him, allow me to be self centered for a moment, when I say that I just know I'm going to catch this, and I'm going to be miserable. Because whenever he gives me a present, of some illness, no matter how badly he's affected, I get it twice as bad.
Time to go and make that "Sleepytime" tea.