Warning: stereotypes ahead!
Got a cold coming up *whines*, and I'm such a man about it. The slightest hint of soreness in my throat and I'm all "Oh, I'm dying, I can't move a muscle today, I needs slaves. Slaves I says!"
Luckily (for everyone I guess), L is just the same, and being sicker than I am (both sore throat and runny nose) she made my protective-mode kick in instead, so here I am, up and about, running errands, making food and tea and stuff, and generally not feeling very much worse for it.
And yes, also I had soaked a bunch of soy-beans that would've been ruined (and smelly) if I hadn't cooked them today, so I had to get back to my place for a while. One hour left, then I'm totally going back to L's to bury myself in the sofa. Possibly stopping by some store to get ice-cream on the way.
And, (ranty much?) finished watching Firefly Thursday. Naturally I'm scheduled to work when the fantastic film festival premiers Serenity, so I'll have to wait another couple of months, but still, it's not four years :)
Luckily (for everyone I guess), L is just the same, and being sicker than I am (both sore throat and runny nose) she made my protective-mode kick in instead, so here I am, up and about, running errands, making food and tea and stuff, and generally not feeling very much worse for it.
And yes, also I had soaked a bunch of soy-beans that would've been ruined (and smelly) if I hadn't cooked them today, so I had to get back to my place for a while. One hour left, then I'm totally going back to L's to bury myself in the sofa. Possibly stopping by some store to get ice-cream on the way.
And, (ranty much?) finished watching Firefly Thursday. Naturally I'm scheduled to work when the fantastic film festival premiers Serenity, so I'll have to wait another couple of months, but still, it's not four years :)