This "cold" is really kicking my butt, pardon my language. I'm hoping it's the flu because that would mean Beauty Girl probably won't get it, she had a coveted flu shot back in September. This feels fluish but not nearly as heinous as the flu we all had in 2003, where Glamor Girl did not wake up for four days. Glamor Girl is sick right now but can sit up and drink water.

It's pretty scary to see the state the house gets to when I'm sick. The kitchen is covered with dishes, clean and dirty, everything in a jumble; the wastebasket in the bathroom is vomiting tissue paper and other debris like a miniature volcano; none of the beds are made, no one has swept. I came downstairs after being upstairs for a few minutes and found Beauty Girl sitting on TOP of the table staring at sharp pencils.

The Prophet is obsessed with a movie called Solaris. It's a remake of a Russian film from the 60s, about a strange planet that causes the memories of people near it to become real, specifically the memories of deceased loved ones. George Clooney plays the protagonist, and his deceased wife keeps returning to him, as a living person. When he realizes she's not "real," he sends her off into space in a space pod, only to wake up the next morning with her next to him. She tried to kill herself, and comes back to life.

It's a creepy film. I've never been able to sit through the whole thing.