caffeine diary

Finished: Good Omens
Current: Neverwhere
Next: Prob'ly American Gods since I own it and the changes of dragging myself to a library are slim since I am on day 4 of a wretched cold. I am going back to work this evening, which I expect will wipe me out completely.

I am sick! Sick with a cold! OMG! Woe woe woe!

*pouts*

a! I am feeling much better thank you very kindly flist! I slept pretty much all day yesterday and all last night and woke up at ten feeling groggy but no longer headachy and nauseated and generally gross. I have a stuffy nose and can't taste anything, but I'm okay for work tonight and that's still several hours away (as I keep reminding myself nervously). Thanks so much for your good wishes, flist! Keep the chicken soup coming. :)

2! Ficathon stuff is past due and I am so uninspired. Woe! I am determined to get everything done as soon as possible, though! *promises, promises*

c! My femslash_santa gift was posted! It's Stories and Myths, by glimmergirl. Fred/Kaylee, just for meeeee! *delighted*

4! In conclusion: I am feeling much better now! Though still uninspired to write! But better! And abusing the exclamation point like whoa! Because I am feeling better!

e! It's worth mentioning that after two days off, I'm on coffee again, to ward of another Headache of Doom like the one that ate my brain yesterday.

6! Not done yet! Things what I have watched in the past few days:
+Lots of 3 Stooges (cos, new year! Is required!)
+The last bit of the Pilot of Farscape, which was on teevee. So good! With the John! And the John omg! And Teeg! *pets prototypical!Braca* And Aeryn!
+The first half of "When She Was Bad"! It's so shiny and such! Mmmm, W/X!
+A few more episodes of Sports Night. Jeremy/Natalie with a possible side of Dana is so my canon OTP! Yay!
+Lilly/Veronica spanking. Woefully, this happened only in my head, in a very strange dream I had last night! O_o

Now, 'tis back to writing. *falls over*

Hot. Itchy. Uninspired. Hot. ITCHY. Uninspired. "Evolution" part 1 was on this morning, and I recorded the last three-quarters of it. (Though wasn't really inspired to watch that much, though did catch Jack's "live long and prosper," which, squee. Though felt, more than I usually do, that RDA was not having the time of his life but was mostly bored.)

Drank coffee this morning to avoid usual weekend headache. And woke up at 9:30 or so. See how good I'm being about this new "never staying up late again" regime? Though mostly it was because I was too itchy to sleep any longer.

There were at least two posts on the flist this morning that made me wonder about celibacy and wait-till-marriage. It always makes my head spin just a little and given how much I like to have a reason for everything? Makes me kind of, er, frustrated? And confused. hermionesviolin's post, and scrollgirl's post. (Which is actually fandom!kerfluffle related, but did make me think, so there ya go.)

Dad and I had an interesting conversation last night in which I pretty much repeated the discussion sk8eeyore and her flist were having about choosing a church home. I *heart* my dad.

( girly TMI stuff, even more TMI-y than initial TMI post )

So as you might have realized by now, I have the plague. Okay, okay, it's just a cold, and I'm a big whiny baby.. I'm really not doing much else except battling it. The rest of this post is cut for icky, yucky, TMI cold-y stuff.

( blech )
*has temptation to write illness!fic*

And at least no class tomorrow.

First, a quick note for Farscape spoiler virgins: IMDb now has casting spoilers for the miniseries. So if you don't want to know who's coming back, steer clear. (I only think this would be an issue in the case of Raelee Hill?)

Second, the guest star of the day is Peter LaCroix, sci-fi guest star of DOOM. He played a red shirt on todays tS; he's also Kendrick in "Revisions" and the Ashrak. I was praying for him to die so that I wouldn't have to keep throwing my head against the wall.

I went to bed at nine o'clock last night and slept until nine this morning. I'm feeling much better, but I still feel as if the words "more productive coughing" are encouraging, and am considering taking the last dose of decongestant. *chest implodes*

My Existentialism textbook arrived today! Go me!

Need to go to the bathroom quick quick before running to class.

Oh! Got timecard signed! Go me!

Bad Ari! No more spoilers! No more reading TV Week, or you'll drive yourself nuts.

Too late.

God, I feel like crap. I hate being sick. It always makes me feel so lousy emotionally, like I just can't wash the dirt of my mind away from my skin. Ick. Self-loathing is such a crummy feeling.

So I get to go to the dentist's! To feel even more icky, guilty, and unclean!