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Jan. 7th, 2006 01:13 pmI CANNOT DO ANYTHING!
I feel worst so far and everything aches including eyeballs and OMG weak and tired and not in the least hungry which is exacerbating weak, probably, and also making it unwise to take painkillers and I feel utterly crappy and I am making this post in RAR AGRESSIVE language so I don't burst into tears, which is an urge I have been fighting off all morning.
And I really hate whining this much. I feel an urge, as I always do at times like this, to make a post about something fandom related, or write something or what have you. I feel like I have to justify myself for whine, and remind you that I am worth reading, honest I am...
And I would, except I can't. My brain is just... dead, right now. All I can do is sleep, and I need to train myself out of it 'cos work on Monday. Plus my dreams are weird and entirely too coherent so I don't have the safety escape route of 'oh, is only a dream'.
*flails*
This sucks.
I feel worst so far and everything aches including eyeballs and OMG weak and tired and not in the least hungry which is exacerbating weak, probably, and also making it unwise to take painkillers and I feel utterly crappy and I am making this post in RAR AGRESSIVE language so I don't burst into tears, which is an urge I have been fighting off all morning.
And I really hate whining this much. I feel an urge, as I always do at times like this, to make a post about something fandom related, or write something or what have you. I feel like I have to justify myself for whine, and remind you that I am worth reading, honest I am...
And I would, except I can't. My brain is just... dead, right now. All I can do is sleep, and I need to train myself out of it 'cos work on Monday. Plus my dreams are weird and entirely too coherent so I don't have the safety escape route of 'oh, is only a dream'.
*flails*
This sucks.
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Date: 2006-01-07 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 05:25 am (UTC)Mrgle. I'm just fussing.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2006-01-07 05:30 am (UTC)And book your coach tickets for the Millicon.
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Date: 2006-01-07 06:21 am (UTC)*hugs you*
Thank you, sweetness.
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Date: 2006-01-07 05:41 am (UTC)I am sick too.
The Internet is good for those of us with an attention span like a goldfish on speed, yesyes.
Also we love you, and know that you are nifty and special and worry about you when you are sick, rather than thinking "pfft, that Nny person, god she sucks, whine whine whine she's worse than Buffy!"
I promise.
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Date: 2006-01-07 06:22 am (UTC)thanks, darlin'. It's really good to hear. :)
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Date: 2006-01-07 06:39 am (UTC)That. Seriously, we don't care that you're not up for the all-singing, all-dancing Nny Show Extravaganza, just that you're feeling crappy. And it'll get better, even if it takes a little while. (I am crossing my fingers that my friend's experience of waking up a few days after getting violently smacked in the head with a pavement suddenly feeling a hell of a lot better and more functional, albeit not perfect, is true for you, too. *hugs*)
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Date: 2006-01-07 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 07:22 am (UTC)I look forward to a wedding-free existence - for a while, anyway - after today. You need stuff. I have stuff. We should get together. :]
*yet more hugs*
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Date: 2006-01-07 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 10:23 am (UTC)You are going to feel better though - it's just a bitch to wait for the healing.