Seriously, I *really* want popsicles.  Specifically Big Stick popsicles, which are apparently a blend of cherry and pineapple, but which are unavailable in boxes due to being an "impulse item."  Lame.  I want a popsicle or ice cream to cool down my sore throat (yes, I know that makes no sense, but it really helps), and I can't even have my popsicle ( Read more... )

I have no voice! I woke up Saturday with a sore throat, same thing on Sunday, and after my Sunday nap, I had no voice at all. None. I squeak and rasp; comparisons have been made to "The Godfather." (which I don't really get, but apparently someone with a raspy voice makes a prominent appearance?) And everyone thinks its hilarious to pretend they ( Read more... )

The BBC is made of awesome.  Seriously--all these fantastic costume dramas, the latest one being Little Dorrit.  Matthew Macfadyen and Claire Foy are just the cutest couple (even if Matthew looks about twice her size in some shots... :D), and the whole production was just wonderful.  Gorgeous (gorgeous) sets, especially the parts in Venice, ( Read more... )

I feel sick.  Just a little bit, but it comes and makes me feel sicker; then it goes and I feel less sick.  I also just did a piano binge: 10 years of lessons and I can play the third movement of "Moonlight Sonata."  Oh, the sadness of what could have been ( Read more... )

I have a cold.  In August.  Which is summer.  Which is not winter.  Which means I shouldn't have a cold.  *is mildly annoyed because my nose is too stuffed to allow any stronger emotion*