Bullet In The Brainpan, Squish
The sore throat, mild fever and coughing has mutated into more severe coughing, stuffy/runny nose, exhaustion, lack of appetite and head congestion so bad for a short moment there I was considering whether shooting myself in the head might be a good way to relieve the pressure.
You know what the real lousy part about being sick as a supposedly responsible adult on your own versus when you're still in the position to be waited on by Mom and Dad is? Having to drag your miserable ass out to Target to buy cold medicine when all you really want to do is crash and burn.
I did manage to get through work this morning alright, despite not having gotten much sleep the night before (I blame the coughing and stuffy nose). Not only was it one of those nights where you're sure you must have actually slept at some point but you just don't remember it, the sleep I was aware of involved some draining trippy-ass dreams.
Most of it's kind of faded by now, but at one point there was something involving Gaius Baltar and Count D from the Pet Shop of Horrors manga. Ya rly. I don't even know.
(There's an implied "/" in there, by the way. Because like I really needed to be bothered all day with potential crackfic ideas. Thanks for that, subconscious).
After work I called these people my dad found online to come recharge my battery. They sent a guy out to jump-start it for ten bucks, then took it back to the shop to recharge for another twenty. It took about two hours and I read Bone while I waited.
I've been working on that on and off over the past weeks, by the way. I'm somewhere close to the end of the final volume now. It's apocalypse Big Damn Destiny-riffic! (And, aww, not only did Bartleby come back, but the two Stupid Stupids made a reappearance as well! And Smiley baked homemade quiche for them. Awesome times.)
After Joey was re-juiced I came home and attempted to nap, with limited success. Vague dream weirdness this time included dragons, war and dinner reservations. Also this was around when the head congestion started.
So now I have two things of tissue, two cans of chicken noodle (assuming I feel like eating at some point), a pack of bottle water, grape juice, Tylenol Sinus and NyQuil.
I've noticed some new reviews popping up on my more recent fics over the past few days. Just a heads-up, it may be a couple days more before I get around to replying to those. Sorry, but as I'm sure you can surmise I'm not exactly feeling up to it right now.
You know what the real lousy part about being sick as a supposedly responsible adult on your own versus when you're still in the position to be waited on by Mom and Dad is? Having to drag your miserable ass out to Target to buy cold medicine when all you really want to do is crash and burn.
I did manage to get through work this morning alright, despite not having gotten much sleep the night before (I blame the coughing and stuffy nose). Not only was it one of those nights where you're sure you must have actually slept at some point but you just don't remember it, the sleep I was aware of involved some draining trippy-ass dreams.
Most of it's kind of faded by now, but at one point there was something involving Gaius Baltar and Count D from the Pet Shop of Horrors manga. Ya rly. I don't even know.
(There's an implied "/" in there, by the way. Because like I really needed to be bothered all day with potential crackfic ideas. Thanks for that, subconscious).
After work I called these people my dad found online to come recharge my battery. They sent a guy out to jump-start it for ten bucks, then took it back to the shop to recharge for another twenty. It took about two hours and I read Bone while I waited.
I've been working on that on and off over the past weeks, by the way. I'm somewhere close to the end of the final volume now. It's apocalypse Big Damn Destiny-riffic! (And, aww, not only did Bartleby come back, but the two Stupid Stupids made a reappearance as well! And Smiley baked homemade quiche for them. Awesome times.)
After Joey was re-juiced I came home and attempted to nap, with limited success. Vague dream weirdness this time included dragons, war and dinner reservations. Also this was around when the head congestion started.
So now I have two things of tissue, two cans of chicken noodle (assuming I feel like eating at some point), a pack of bottle water, grape juice, Tylenol Sinus and NyQuil.
I've noticed some new reviews popping up on my more recent fics over the past few days. Just a heads-up, it may be a couple days more before I get around to replying to those. Sorry, but as I'm sure you can surmise I'm not exactly feeling up to it right now.