i'm so sick, blaaaaah
My Stats As Of Right Now
I'm eating: Halls. I'm almost out of the red ones. :( Now I have to eat the blue ones.
I'm drinking: 2 bottles of water, Mango Citrus Five Alive, Lemon Zinger tea. I'M DYING, OKAY LET ME DRINK A MILLION THINGS IN PEACE.
Touching my: Keyboard (wireless), mouse (computer), couch (leather!), blanket(s), Kleenex (name brand), Fiona (cat).
In the middle of reading: Just started "An Abundance of Katherines" by John Green \o/ Will finish it when I'm not fully dead.
# of tabs open: 3
Non-fannish tabs: 1 (this one)
I am arting: I am decorating this couch with my dying carcass. That's a type of art.
I am writing: Besides "this entry" which is a dick answer, I am writing 2nd Poly Bang fic, 1st Leverage Reverse fic, and something for the 50 reasons to have sex challenge (spoiler: THEY HAVE SEX).
Big Bang y/n: Big bangs in general? YYYYY. Doing them right now? NNNNN.
Procrastinating on: Poly bang, getting up and doing something productive with my life, deciding what to do after I graduate school in April, washing all the dishes my asshole sisters left for me to do.
Considering: just dying on the couch and skipping the rest of my problems (sounds good).
The weather is: dark and presumably cold.
In front of me: laptop, coffee table that weighs more than I do, Stewie looking forlornly into the empty dish, the rest of the living/dining room.
Behind me: a lamp and a stack of dog beds because Stan refuses to sleep in one bed when he could have all three.
Listening to: Dog nails on the floor.
Sherlock: So stoked to watch last ep once my brain turns on again and I can focus.
I am happy about: NOTHING EVER. I'm really fucking miserable when I'm sick. Potential fangirl hangouts with cantarina1 this week, cuddling with my Stanley at bedtime. Being done some more writing.
I'm eating: Halls. I'm almost out of the red ones. :( Now I have to eat the blue ones.
I'm drinking: 2 bottles of water, Mango Citrus Five Alive, Lemon Zinger tea. I'M DYING, OKAY LET ME DRINK A MILLION THINGS IN PEACE.
Touching my: Keyboard (wireless), mouse (computer), couch (leather!), blanket(s), Kleenex (name brand), Fiona (cat).
In the middle of reading: Just started "An Abundance of Katherines" by John Green \o/ Will finish it when I'm not fully dead.
# of tabs open: 3
Non-fannish tabs: 1 (this one)
I am arting: I am decorating this couch with my dying carcass. That's a type of art.
I am writing: Besides "this entry" which is a dick answer, I am writing 2nd Poly Bang fic, 1st Leverage Reverse fic, and something for the 50 reasons to have sex challenge (spoiler: THEY HAVE SEX).
Big Bang y/n: Big bangs in general? YYYYY. Doing them right now? NNNNN.
Procrastinating on: Poly bang, getting up and doing something productive with my life, deciding what to do after I graduate school in April, washing all the dishes my asshole sisters left for me to do.
Considering: just dying on the couch and skipping the rest of my problems (sounds good).
The weather is: dark and presumably cold.
In front of me: laptop, coffee table that weighs more than I do, Stewie looking forlornly into the empty dish, the rest of the living/dining room.
Behind me: a lamp and a stack of dog beds because Stan refuses to sleep in one bed when he could have all three.
Listening to: Dog nails on the floor.
Sherlock: So stoked to watch last ep once my brain turns on again and I can focus.
I am happy about: NOTHING EVER. I'm really fucking miserable when I'm sick. Potential fangirl hangouts with cantarina1 this week, cuddling with my Stanley at bedtime. Being done some more writing.