Sick, hurt... and loving it?

I'm sick of deadlines. I want to get off this treadmill and go away for a few months.

My teeth don't hurt but my eyes do - the bilberries aren't working. Or maybe I'm overworking. I went into work on Saturday for a few hours because I had to polish off a few things that I missed during the week. That's how bad it is: you take a couple of days off because of surgery and suddenly two magazines are behind schedule.

I didn't do much else all weekend except see Get Smart at the movies. I find it mildly disturbing that I seem to have a crush on Steve Carell as Maxwell Smart. Carell was good in Little Miss Sunshine but he's not the *attractive* sort, and I was never attracted to agent 86, so..?