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Feb. 3rd, 2008 06:03 pmGYAGH. I got sick on Wednesday and stayed that way until - uh, well, until now, technically. But at the moment I merely feel as though I have a severe cold, which beats the living hell out of whatever was going on until about mid-day yesterday. All I could do was watch TV. I couldn't focus my brain long enough to use the Internets much, which, you know you're sick when. But I had DVDs to go through. I watched some of my Everwood set (which, and I will brag about this for the rest of my life, I found used for FOURTEEN DOLLARS in like August), and then I got three discs at once from Netflix, and Netflix is a godsend when you are sick, man. Especially when you're using it more for TV shows than movies - more runtime!
And then I spent the whole of yesterday finally, finally catching up on Torchwood, which I had skipped until crucial plot elements from the second series premiere involving John Barrowman and James Marsters were brought to my attention. I mean, damn, guys, why didn't any of you TELL me that the slash in this show is NOT JUST FANCIFUL SUBTEXT? Fired. You are all fired. Well, suspended, but only because I'm nice. So, yes, I then decided, armed with that knowledge, to investigate the rest of the series, and it was fun, even when I was rolling my eyeballs so hard they about popped out. (I'm sorry, there was a giant DEMON imprisoned under the RIFT? I completely lost track of what I was watching. Torchwood? Buffy? Supernatural? Anyone's guess, really!)
Wait, I think there was a point to this entry. Oh yes! It was that I am not dead. I was just too sick to concentrate long enough to post a message explaining why I'd dropped off the face of the earth.
. . . okay, okay, sickness is relative. I missed two days of classes (sort of; the second was cancelled for weather anyway, yay) and every single shift at work because even if I had felt well enough to work for a few hours, the very thought of the mile-long walk made my chest threaten to explode. Of course, I'm not used to being sick either, being one of those obnoxious people who only ever really gets colds. Plus, my insurance is kaput and I've run out of my Adderall, so I suspect that the withdrawal? Not helping. And I also got my period. What the fuck, man. At least I got it all over with at once.
I'm still not entirely well, but I did go out for lunch and a movie with Mom today, and should be fine to resume school tomorrow as long as I remember to leave early and take my time walking to the bus stop. I also think that I'm not completely back to making sense yet, so I'll spare myself the effort of proofreading and you all the effort of trying to follow my thought process any longer.
And then I spent the whole of yesterday finally, finally catching up on Torchwood, which I had skipped until crucial plot elements from the second series premiere involving John Barrowman and James Marsters were brought to my attention. I mean, damn, guys, why didn't any of you TELL me that the slash in this show is NOT JUST FANCIFUL SUBTEXT? Fired. You are all fired. Well, suspended, but only because I'm nice. So, yes, I then decided, armed with that knowledge, to investigate the rest of the series, and it was fun, even when I was rolling my eyeballs so hard they about popped out. (I'm sorry, there was a giant DEMON imprisoned under the RIFT? I completely lost track of what I was watching. Torchwood? Buffy? Supernatural? Anyone's guess, really!)
Wait, I think there was a point to this entry. Oh yes! It was that I am not dead. I was just too sick to concentrate long enough to post a message explaining why I'd dropped off the face of the earth.
. . . okay, okay, sickness is relative. I missed two days of classes (sort of; the second was cancelled for weather anyway, yay) and every single shift at work because even if I had felt well enough to work for a few hours, the very thought of the mile-long walk made my chest threaten to explode. Of course, I'm not used to being sick either, being one of those obnoxious people who only ever really gets colds. Plus, my insurance is kaput and I've run out of my Adderall, so I suspect that the withdrawal? Not helping. And I also got my period. What the fuck, man. At least I got it all over with at once.
I'm still not entirely well, but I did go out for lunch and a movie with Mom today, and should be fine to resume school tomorrow as long as I remember to leave early and take my time walking to the bus stop. I also think that I'm not completely back to making sense yet, so I'll spare myself the effort of proofreading and you all the effort of trying to follow my thought process any longer.
