I'm sticky, tired, headachy, tired, sticky, tired, headachy. Did I mention tired?

At least I finally got up the gumption to call the office and tell them they need to take the horrific City of Hope account out of my transcription queue. If I log on in the morning and see those reports come in right away, I log off immediately and avoid work until about 2:00 in the afternoon until my regular work comes in. Then I'm too fried to be productive at all. Bleh.

I picked up a nice stand fan on Monday. I was so uncomfortable that I finally put it in here where I'm working. Not 10 minutes later, my son is going "I really want to take this fan into the living room." Over my dead body buster. I'm sitting here dealing with incoherent doctors, sweating my butt off, and you want to take the only thing that's giving me some relief so you can flop more comfortably in front of the TV?

I can't even get a peaceful night's sleep, especially not since I got a featherbed. One or the other of the kids always crashes in there so I'm left with a sliver of bed available when I go in to get some rest. What the kids haven't staked a claim to, the dog has. Oh, and my daughter doesn't like being cool at night, so she shuts the fan off in my room and pulls the curtains so it's stifling in there.

Go sleep in your own damn rooms already!!!