Fnarr
Not better. Not dying, but not better. Nor is my internet, because I couldn't bring myself to call Charter--half afraid I'd have to hang up and flee mid-call. Mostly just trying to hydrate at this point. Really, really want a Coke for some reason. There is no Coke. Woe.
(I love how everyone's blaming the sparkle candy. Worst endorsement ever.)
(I fully expect all hell to break loose somewhere--some news story, some message board drama, some Fandom Wank entry, something--just because I'm not around to see it. Like the time a girl in my class totally fainted during an oral book report, just keeled right over onto the floor before anyone could catch her, the one day I missed that semester. Everybody stay cool until I get back! Don't let your knees lock up, this is key!)
ETA: By the way, I was rec'd yet another fake Michael Sheen on Twitter (why are there so many?), as linked the other day. This one seems to be the real one. ( It's Neil-approved!) The next one to be proven fake may face terrible, barfy consequences.
(I love how everyone's blaming the sparkle candy. Worst endorsement ever.)
(I fully expect all hell to break loose somewhere--some news story, some message board drama, some Fandom Wank entry, something--just because I'm not around to see it. Like the time a girl in my class totally fainted during an oral book report, just keeled right over onto the floor before anyone could catch her, the one day I missed that semester. Everybody stay cool until I get back! Don't let your knees lock up, this is key!)
ETA: By the way, I was rec'd yet another fake Michael Sheen on Twitter (why are there so many?), as linked the other day. This one seems to be the real one. ( It's Neil-approved!) The next one to be proven fake may face terrible, barfy consequences.