sick.
sicksicksick.
i measure all my bouts of Sick against that one legendary two-week bout of gastric flu junior spring, when i subsisted (curled up feeling like death on my bed or the AO couch) for the entire duration on water, apple juice, goldfish crackers, red jell-o, and chicken soup. (Chicken soup out of a pop-top, microwaveable bottlething, mind you. Once I got vertical again you could see my ribs.) So compared to that, i am downright bouncy right now. but i'm still sick, which can probably be attributed to Not Sleeping Much (oh and the fact that i started out Monday with a sore throat that became a cold and, sometime over the course of the week, morphed into a fever and stomach bug).
on the plus side, i just spent the last two-ish days reading Neal Stephenson's Anathem. it's deliciously readable and pretty smart...AND he's nearly figured out female characters. word.
i measure all my bouts of Sick against that one legendary two-week bout of gastric flu junior spring, when i subsisted (curled up feeling like death on my bed or the AO couch) for the entire duration on water, apple juice, goldfish crackers, red jell-o, and chicken soup. (Chicken soup out of a pop-top, microwaveable bottlething, mind you. Once I got vertical again you could see my ribs.) So compared to that, i am downright bouncy right now. but i'm still sick, which can probably be attributed to Not Sleeping Much (oh and the fact that i started out Monday with a sore throat that became a cold and, sometime over the course of the week, morphed into a fever and stomach bug).
on the plus side, i just spent the last two-ish days reading Neal Stephenson's Anathem. it's deliciously readable and pretty smart...AND he's nearly figured out female characters. word.