Darrgh, it's Sunday night already.

Still sick today.  Am feeling ok except for having a stuffy nose and a bit of light headedness.  Stuffy nose makes me sound terribly sick though; as a result I am thinking about working from home tomorrow.

What I was more concerned about today was the two pincer-like marks on my left hand, which look like the result of a spider bite.  It's a little swollen and itchy and numb around the area, and ever since I noticed the marks early this afternoon, I've been having dramatic visualisations of death-by-spiderbite.  Which led me to think: if you knew you were about to die, would you clean up your act so that you would be perceieved different to how you really are?  For example, would you follow through on something you promised you would do, clean up your house, in general be a nicer person?  And if you would change, what does that say about you?  Does it imply you are looking to please?  Maybe it's human nature to want to be liked.  Perhaps, therefore, it is unfair that some people do know when they are going to die and some don't.  Or maybe I am reading too much into this.

Went blog hopping earlier and I was intrigued by the range of blog topics including religious (Christian, Mormon), Arts and Crafts (sewing, beading, patchwork), family (especially those with young kids), and single 20-somethings blogging about their everyday life.  I guess I fall into the last category... what a cliche.

Spent the day attempting to clean my room.   Most of the clothes are off the floor (two washing loads later) and still it's looking like a bomb site.  It's mainly paper and random things to clean up now, but it's in the hardest stage now (going by the 80-20 rule).  My room hasn't been spotless since before I went to Europe in October 2008.  (Which means, it hasn't been properly vacuumed since then... oh sheesh - I really need to properly clean this time!

In the spirit of PostSecret Sundays, here's one from me:  While I do enjoy fiction for "grown-ups", when I'm searching for a fun read, I can't go past children/teenage fiction books.  Enid Blyton - you were and still are the shizz.