Notes from the sickbed
Oct. 26th, 2006 04:48 pmWhy do people call you when you're sick and ask you to make important decisions? Is not fair. (Of course fellow on the phone was full of cold remedies the moment I mentioned being sick. People always offer those.) Stupid. Cold. Virus.
Of course, all my symptoms right now are the result of my immune system try to toss out the invader. Touch love, right body? Give me misery for my own good - most of the time, anyway. I sure hope this virus ain't species jumping - my cat decided to share bed with Mucous Me. He's looking his mighty cute self, though. (Cutest part is how he'll stratch on my door wanting in, then swan in and stop by the bed, wait for me to get in, then jump up and make himself comfortable on me. Hah.)
There is something to be said for indulging one's inner misery at times, I guess. Soup and all. But I'd rather have a brain that could somewhat effectively work. Ah well, it'll pass in a few days.Feel free to be sympathetic meanwhile, of course.
( Little happenings in CSI fandom )
And David Rambo replied to my e-mail. That was nice of him.
Elsewhere...
New Jersey court makes a ruling on gay marriage.
Six words stories by some rather known names - some are quite funny.
Someone outs shippy tendencies on the general Doctor Who comm and there isn't wank? I am impressed.
Doctor Who fandom has been relatively non-wanky of late, hasn't it? Minus a few "SHIPPERS R OPPRESSED!" "NO THEYRE NOT!" and some icon blah, of course. I guess Torchwood is being distracting - speaking of which, I got my SFX with Jack and Gwen on the cover in the mail today. Hello there. I see next month's issue is all about the Discworld adaptation. Oooh.
Amazon sells Pop-Tarts! (Thanks to
adoralyna)
Anyone who knows me a while know I am vaguely addicted to the tasty treats that aren't around in Norway. Looking for a gift idea for Christmas? There's one.
Oh, and my LJ keeps going weird lay-out vice. Just ignore. It'll get its new look soon enough and you'll know it when you see it.Yay Norway.
Of course, all my symptoms right now are the result of my immune system try to toss out the invader. Touch love, right body? Give me misery for my own good - most of the time, anyway. I sure hope this virus ain't species jumping - my cat decided to share bed with Mucous Me. He's looking his mighty cute self, though. (Cutest part is how he'll stratch on my door wanting in, then swan in and stop by the bed, wait for me to get in, then jump up and make himself comfortable on me. Hah.)
There is something to be said for indulging one's inner misery at times, I guess. Soup and all. But I'd rather have a brain that could somewhat effectively work. Ah well, it'll pass in a few days.
( Little happenings in CSI fandom )
And David Rambo replied to my e-mail. That was nice of him.
Elsewhere...
New Jersey court makes a ruling on gay marriage.
Six words stories by some rather known names - some are quite funny.
Someone outs shippy tendencies on the general Doctor Who comm and there isn't wank? I am impressed.
Doctor Who fandom has been relatively non-wanky of late, hasn't it? Minus a few "SHIPPERS R OPPRESSED!" "NO THEYRE NOT!" and some icon blah, of course. I guess Torchwood is being distracting - speaking of which, I got my SFX with Jack and Gwen on the cover in the mail today. Hello there. I see next month's issue is all about the Discworld adaptation. Oooh.
Amazon sells Pop-Tarts! (Thanks to
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Anyone who knows me a while know I am vaguely addicted to the tasty treats that aren't around in Norway. Looking for a gift idea for Christmas? There's one.
Oh, and my LJ keeps going weird lay-out vice. Just ignore. It'll get its new look soon enough and you'll know it when you see it.