People can *hear* it for God's sake
Over the phone. (My sickness, I mean.)
I guess I sound even more mannish than usual. *sigh*
I feel okay. Not better, per se. I mean, right now, yes. But that's likely caused by the fact that I watched the two episodes of Bones I taped yesterday [insert general capslocky squee here for Booth/Brennan being so cute and OMG I LOVE CAM SO MUCH, FOR REALZ, YO], heavy doses of Ibprofuen and Robitussin plus lots of snack happy foods that Steph and I stocked up on yesterday.
So, it's a cold, mostly because the aches/fever/shittiness would have set in by now if it was the flu. Thank God. Not necessarily better, but between massive amounts of water, OJ, vitamins and hot chocolate, I'm feelin' pretty good. Plus, I have Ramen and for the first time it'll actually do my body good to have that instant noodle College Dorm Room Staple. I can breathe, mostly. It's a luxury I constantly take for granted until it becomes a luxury in times like these.
In other news, I donated to NaNoWriMo today! Golden halo for me, biatches. I LOVE HAVING MONEY ON MY DEBIT CARD. It's so great. (That reminds me. Must get to the Co-Op to get a copy of Norton's American. Damn it.) What's not so great is not getting the Desk Assistant job. Boo, no income.
ERGH. That reminds me of the rest of the homework piling up sneakily on me. It's like, all my classes are highly surreptitious about their loads. They're all sweet and light at first, "Oh, just read this for this class day." Sure, they're cute now, but in a second they're gonna get mean, and they're gonna get ugly somehow, and there's gonna be a million more of them.* And then I turn around and I've got 200 cumulative pages needing to be read and understood for tomorrow's classes plus a French quiz and things kinda go to hell.
Speaking of going to hell, my room looks like shit. I need to get on this. I organized the food and the fridge yesterday. I think I'll fold the clothes I still haven't put up (yes, the ones I brought BACK FROM HOME have yet to find their homes in my closet, they've been exiled to Green Laundry Bag Hell), then launder my other clothes before that basket gets too big and I don't wanna do it. I've been hoarding quarters for a good two months now, I ought to get some use out of them.
Oh, saw a play tonight. The Four Of Us. I'm a teensy bit confused about the title but I think I can figure it out. Fantastic job by the two actors who, literally, are the whole show (except for one scene where two other guys -who are just as good- represent their older selves). It was an interesting show, to say the very least, and hit home for me in a number of ways. Synopsis: "From the author of Bach at Leipzig (Faber, 2005) comes a new play about loyalty, integrity, and the price of success. When Benjamin’s first novel vaults him into literary stardom, his friend David, a struggling playwright, is thrilled for his newfound success . . . or is he? Should Benjamin help David by using his new connections? Can David even expect such favors from his friend? More importantly, who should pick up the tab at lunch? Hailed as a writer who 'makes the kinds of stylistic gambles that should be applauded.'" (Eric Grode, The New York Sun). And they say fuck, which always makes me happy.
Kinda sad thing was, I really see how I missed out on something special and fun by never being involved in theatre. Like, in the row behind me were all the actors I recognized from shows last semester, sitting up there giggling and snarking and telling stories about one of their crazy drama teachers before the show got started and I really wanted to turn around and join in the conversation or tell them how awesome they were but I felt either would be weird. It didn't help that I went to the show alone and have been feeling lonely lately. I've been told I would fit with theatre people, and I'd like to, but I fear I'm not good enough (yeah, I'm going to try for fall show auditions, but I hold little hope). Whatever. I should've at least told them how great I think they are.
Anyway.
I think I'm gonna watch the two Sarah Jane Adventures episodes I downloaded today and then hit the hay. And the plan for the weekend is sleep a whole fucking lot. That's what the road to recovery is paved with. (That, and frozen door-to-door salesmen spoonfuls of sugar doused heavily with laughter. And television.)
*I will... I'll write you something if you get/name this reference. NO GOOGLE.
I guess I sound even more mannish than usual. *sigh*
I feel okay. Not better, per se. I mean, right now, yes. But that's likely caused by the fact that I watched the two episodes of Bones I taped yesterday [insert general capslocky squee here for Booth/Brennan being so cute and OMG I LOVE CAM SO MUCH, FOR REALZ, YO], heavy doses of Ibprofuen and Robitussin plus lots of snack happy foods that Steph and I stocked up on yesterday.
So, it's a cold, mostly because the aches/fever/shittiness would have set in by now if it was the flu. Thank God. Not necessarily better, but between massive amounts of water, OJ, vitamins and hot chocolate, I'm feelin' pretty good. Plus, I have Ramen and for the first time it'll actually do my body good to have that instant noodle College Dorm Room Staple. I can breathe, mostly. It's a luxury I constantly take for granted until it becomes a luxury in times like these.
In other news, I donated to NaNoWriMo today! Golden halo for me, biatches. I LOVE HAVING MONEY ON MY DEBIT CARD. It's so great. (That reminds me. Must get to the Co-Op to get a copy of Norton's American. Damn it.) What's not so great is not getting the Desk Assistant job. Boo, no income.
ERGH. That reminds me of the rest of the homework piling up sneakily on me. It's like, all my classes are highly surreptitious about their loads. They're all sweet and light at first, "Oh, just read this for this class day." Sure, they're cute now, but in a second they're gonna get mean, and they're gonna get ugly somehow, and there's gonna be a million more of them.* And then I turn around and I've got 200 cumulative pages needing to be read and understood for tomorrow's classes plus a French quiz and things kinda go to hell.
Speaking of going to hell, my room looks like shit. I need to get on this. I organized the food and the fridge yesterday. I think I'll fold the clothes I still haven't put up (yes, the ones I brought BACK FROM HOME have yet to find their homes in my closet, they've been exiled to Green Laundry Bag Hell), then launder my other clothes before that basket gets too big and I don't wanna do it. I've been hoarding quarters for a good two months now, I ought to get some use out of them.
Oh, saw a play tonight. The Four Of Us. I'm a teensy bit confused about the title but I think I can figure it out. Fantastic job by the two actors who, literally, are the whole show (except for one scene where two other guys -who are just as good- represent their older selves). It was an interesting show, to say the very least, and hit home for me in a number of ways. Synopsis: "From the author of Bach at Leipzig (Faber, 2005) comes a new play about loyalty, integrity, and the price of success. When Benjamin’s first novel vaults him into literary stardom, his friend David, a struggling playwright, is thrilled for his newfound success . . . or is he? Should Benjamin help David by using his new connections? Can David even expect such favors from his friend? More importantly, who should pick up the tab at lunch? Hailed as a writer who 'makes the kinds of stylistic gambles that should be applauded.'" (Eric Grode, The New York Sun). And they say fuck, which always makes me happy.
Kinda sad thing was, I really see how I missed out on something special and fun by never being involved in theatre. Like, in the row behind me were all the actors I recognized from shows last semester, sitting up there giggling and snarking and telling stories about one of their crazy drama teachers before the show got started and I really wanted to turn around and join in the conversation or tell them how awesome they were but I felt either would be weird. It didn't help that I went to the show alone and have been feeling lonely lately. I've been told I would fit with theatre people, and I'd like to, but I fear I'm not good enough (yeah, I'm going to try for fall show auditions, but I hold little hope). Whatever. I should've at least told them how great I think they are.
Anyway.
I think I'm gonna watch the two Sarah Jane Adventures episodes I downloaded today and then hit the hay. And the plan for the weekend is sleep a whole fucking lot. That's what the road to recovery is paved with. (That, and frozen door-to-door salesmen spoonfuls of sugar doused heavily with laughter. And television.)
*I will... I'll write you something if you get/name this reference. NO GOOGLE.