so, as far as weekends go, this one kind of.... sucked.
somehow (ahem. N.) I caught some sort of godawful epizooty madness that kept me confined to either the couch or the bed, wishing I could have someone drill a hole in my forehead to eliminate the demons setting up shop.
luckily, Lola had nothing else to do and so she hung out with me all weekend.
I may or may not have watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy. extended versions.