Random Bulleted Babbling

[trista]

• I am unwell. Physically, I mean. I think it's probably a cold, during my more rational moments. During my more trista moments, however, I am convinced that it is Impending Death. It truly is dreadful. My lungs feel full and heavy, and I could do without that, thank you very much. I stayed home yesterday and lay about on the couch, folding socks and watching Monk. And because I was watching Monk, those socks are folded perfectly. Oh yes. Eight episodes of Monk will do that for you.
• I also started my first episode ever of Firefly. Huh. I think I like it, but I'm only about halfway in so I'm not entirely sure yet. The captain guy is pretty, so there's that, at least. I'd like to be on the couch watching the rest of the DVD but alas, I am at work. We have a big thing going on this evening and I am prepping and smoothing and arranging and stuffs. Ah, well. There's Brie in it for me, so I can't complain too much.
• I can, however, complain about the snow. The timing is inconvenient for me, and I am most wroth at not having been consulted. I would have chosen mid-December, and I will thank the gods of snow to keep that in mind in the future.
• I so miss World of Warcraft. It has been days. Days! I am experiencing withdrawal, and it is not pretty. The last time I played, my computer issues happened right in the middle of killing a kodo or something, and I wasn't able to move my character to a city or inn. shinigumi signed on as me to move her for me, so at least she'll be well-rested the next time I play. shinigumi also talked about playing as me to get me past a particular quest that I just don't seem able to complete, so yay for that. dawnshine and I are a little envious of shinigumi's WoW coolness. We would like to be as spiffy as she is. I'm looking forward to finally getting my issues resolved so the three of us can play together.
• My glasses continue to fill me with joy. Vision? Totally rocks. I love being able to see things, and after only two weeks I find myself wondering how I managed to keep myself alive without them. I am bat-like in my blindness, it seems. It's a wonder I didn't walk under a bus or off a cliff or something.
• I should not have started thinking about the cheese tray. That's not until 5:00. I may die before then. The Brie Yearning can be fatal, you know.