Same to you, immune system. Same to you.
Every single time I've touched the staff room's sliding door this week, I've gotten a nasty static shock. I may be developing super powers. Stay tuned.
In other news, I am sick, sick, sick, and considering that the school nurse has been coughing all week the way that I am today, I suspect that she may have shared her disease with me. She thinks so, too, in fact. I learned a new verb out of it.
Now, what's my favorite thing to do when I feel as if my chest cavity is stuffed full of mucus like a Thanksgiving snot-turkey? Why, teach inattentive children, of course! Why, why, why is Koujirou a second-year student when I know that he never did any of his English homework during his first year and handed in his tests with nothing but scribbles on them? I hate you, social promotion. If I weren't still riding so high on my NaNo victory buzz, I'd come to your home in the dead of night and fill your living space with cows that suffer from spastic colons.
So, yeah. I'm a gooey mess of respiratory discomfort. I'm also hacking up viscous little rainbows and feeling sick whenever I eat anything or go too long without having anything to eat. If I could just go three consecutive days this season with no major complaints from any of my vital organs, that would be keen. About the only point in my current funk's favor is that it waited until NaNoWriMo was over to kick into gear.
If anyone wants me, I'll be curled up on the couch with my tea, trying to squeeze in a two-hour nap before bedtime.
But before I abandon all efforts at coherent thought for the evening, I want to share a brief list of things that I've learned from NaNo:
In other news, I am sick, sick, sick, and considering that the school nurse has been coughing all week the way that I am today, I suspect that she may have shared her disease with me. She thinks so, too, in fact. I learned a new verb out of it.
Now, what's my favorite thing to do when I feel as if my chest cavity is stuffed full of mucus like a Thanksgiving snot-turkey? Why, teach inattentive children, of course! Why, why, why is Koujirou a second-year student when I know that he never did any of his English homework during his first year and handed in his tests with nothing but scribbles on them? I hate you, social promotion. If I weren't still riding so high on my NaNo victory buzz, I'd come to your home in the dead of night and fill your living space with cows that suffer from spastic colons.
So, yeah. I'm a gooey mess of respiratory discomfort. I'm also hacking up viscous little rainbows and feeling sick whenever I eat anything or go too long without having anything to eat. If I could just go three consecutive days this season with no major complaints from any of my vital organs, that would be keen. About the only point in my current funk's favor is that it waited until NaNoWriMo was over to kick into gear.
If anyone wants me, I'll be curled up on the couch with my tea, trying to squeeze in a two-hour nap before bedtime.
But before I abandon all efforts at coherent thought for the evening, I want to share a brief list of things that I've learned from NaNo:
- At sufficient levels of panic, I can turn out over a thousand abysmal words an hour.
- I can generate enough filler to carry an entire season of Dragon Ball Z.
- A circular conversation doesn't have to end until you've met your quota for the day.
- Wikipedia is crack.
- When in doubt, set something or someone on fire.
- Fruits are good placeholders for the cities you haven't named yet: "Et in Bananaland ego."