Started feeling quite nauseous about half past seven; I thought food would help but it really has not. I think sleep will solve the problem, but I'm afraid I need to ctrl-alt-del my mind before that can happen and, well, Holmes is helping with that.

Got a fair bit done today, although once again not as much as I'd hoped. As much as could be expected, I suppose. Wish I'd organised more thorough technical reviews earlier, but that's what I get for assuming a basic sweep had been done before I started work. Certainly shan't make that mistake again.

Want to get some writing done for gifts and NaNo preparation, but to be honest? Way too tired. I'm not going to be very exciting on Friday night, that's for sure.

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More books arrived for me today! Thankfully my mother does not get the mail.
- The Elements of Style, original edition, by William Strunk, Jr. (IT WAS THREE DOLLARS. THREE. DOLLARS. :D!)
- The Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan (aka mistful@LJ aka She of the LOLarious Book Reviews)
- Thomas the Rhymer by Ellen Kushner (which promises to be excellent)
- Scarlet and the White Wolf by Kirby Crow (which promises to be trashy and hilarious)
- Travels with a Tangerine by Tim Mackintosh-Smith (which promises to be full of the adventures of Ibn Battutah for whom I may or may not profess true love across time)

The Granada Holmes OST also arrived, and I am enjoying the Wren Orchestra of London and the Gabrieli String Quartet (and occasionally the St Paul's Cathedral Choir) as I type.

And now I should really stop buying books, or I will need more than one new bookshelf before the end of the year, and there is no room for a second, let alone a third.

Felt much better today, until about 12.30, when I took more paracetamol and perked up again with lunch for a few hours, and then went steadily downhill again from about 3pm. Still feeling queasy, but will go to bed as soon as I work out where my mother is and whether she wants anything done about dinner. Got a fair bit done today, anyway, which is good.

Tomorrow, work, lunch for Dani who is leaving us (T_T), and shopping after work for a dress for the wedding. I hope that Cue dress suits, but it more than likely won't, and this will mean hunting, and you know how I hate it when I can't just walk in, buy something, and run immediately back to a crowd-free zone. Perhaps if I frequently warn people I am feeling ill they will give me a wide berth. (HAH.)

[EDIT] ignite, I cannot believe I just read that book before midnight. What utter trash. And not even trash with payoff for all its bloody setting up! Two kisses?! What faggotry is this?!

Went to bed at about eight-thirty, went to sleep at about ten, halfway through Wicked Gentlemen. Woke up at 2.30am and couldn't get back to sleep. Oh, the glamour and perfection of my life.

Not feeling grand, but not feeling hideously ill, either, so in another bloody half hour when the first bus of the day goes past, I can finally go to work. Might leave when Isaac does today. My hours are getting more and more irregular. Sigh.

Coming down with something, as is my wont when I have been around the children. Glands are up, tonsils aching faintly, but with any luck the multi-vitamin and a decent night's sleep will see me at work tomorrow. Tonsilitis is not something I care to have in my adult life, do you hear me, little fleshsacs. My ears are iffy, too, but that's possibly just a sign I ought not to spend so much time with headphones in.

Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale arrived this morning. Well, technically Friday. It's decent so far, and not as trashy as I was expecting, which is a relief.

I am, of course, supposed to be writing in order to fulfill my self-set fic-finishing deadlines so that I can clear out the fic list and write Real Things but to be honest at the moment I feel like sentences are falling out the back of my nose.

I was talking to Tina last night about methods of novel writing and how, in particular, Book!verse, CC!verse and Rocfall seem to like me to ricochet wildly between them. Conductor is also pretty sharing and caring, although shyer about it than the rest, which just figures, given its protagonists. AtM seems to be the live-in, since it coexists peacefully right up until the wild fits of novel jealousy that involve flinging fistfuls of the story on the floor and making sure it all goes back in upside-down.

Yeah, so maybe I should go to bed. >_>; Yeesh.

Well, despite my hair looking rather like a woolly mammoth that had an unfortunate encounter with a swamp, and the fact that I did not sleep for more than maybe two hours, and the fact that I just rearranged all the fluids in my head and now feel dizzy from blowing my nose... I think I feel okay. We might have this op yet, though I shalt not prematurely celebrate — I am not out of bed yet.

I do wish to link you to the following, also linked by Sarah Monette, because I have been reading Good Omens and accompanying fic, and because this is just great anyway:
The angel of the LORD cometh upon you in the shower at the worst possible moment: one hand placed upon thy right buttock and the other bearing soap, radio blaring, humming a heathen song of sin.
~ The Parable of the Shower, Leah Bobet

And the weak get totalled. I maintain that if I had not given in to this... whatever it is, my natural tendency to bull through illness would have seen me through. As it is, am feeling more nauseated by the hour, although not yet like I have been hit by a truck, so I haven't managed to sleep.

And since my mother's natural tendency is to say I Told You So without actually doing anything helpful, I also have to distract her from saying I Told You So by giving her small tasks like Go And Fetch Me A Multivitamin Please Thankyou. -_-

Anyway. Here. Bored. Sweating like a particularly listless pig, and feeling mildly nauseated. Tina, if you start feeling anything like this, go get it checked out, okay?

[EDIT] Chris is bringing me noodle soup. Chris is a god. ...but has an unfortunate tendency to buy me food when I do not want to eat anything. XD

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CHRIS: (from the living room) HELLO LAURA.
ME: HIIII.
CHRIS: (still from the living room) THIS... IS ABOUT AS CLOSE AS I'M GOING TO GET TO YOU.

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Dear Stomach,

Don't you even think about it.

Can see what you're doing, there,
Rave.

Dear Body,

YOU ARE NOT SICK. YOU WILL NOT BE SICK. YOU WILL WAKE UP TOMORROW AND THIS WILL ALL HAVE BEEN A BAD DREAM.

OR ELSE.

- Rave

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*rugs up and buys a fuckload of orange juice*

Nothing bad, but by all gods, if they cannot anaesthetise me tomorrow because of this pissy little illness and the pissy little fever attached to it, I may scream. A lot.

want to sleep but eyeballs roasting in skull. fevers are retarded. i wish i could eat.

[EDIT] My stomach is not a happy place to be, but I won't wake up starving, which is good. Lying down for a while helped, even if I can't sleep. Going to try it again. Night, all.

How can a wrist ganglion cyst be removed?
There are several methods of treatment that are possible. Putting a needle into the ganglion cyst and aspirating the fluid may work. However, the gelatinous fluid within the cyst does not always come through a needle very well. Furthermore, this treatment leaves the cyst lining behind, and the ganglion cyst will return about 50% of the time.

Another alternative, that some call traditional, others call a bit barbaric, is to smash the wrist ganglion cyst with a hard object such as a book. This pops the cyst, and ruptures the lining of the cyst. Because the lining is disrupted, the smashed ganglion cyst may not return quite as often as those drained by a needle. However, many patients are uncomfortable with their doctor 'whacking' a book against their wrist...

The definitive treatment is to remove the ganglion cyst with a surgical procedure. In surgery, the wrist ganglion is "shelled out," meaning the fluid and the sac are removed. In addition, the connection to the joint or tendon sheath that supplied the fluid can be occluded. While this usually is effective, a small percentage of removed wrist ganglion will still return.




O_O;;

I feel so... Kuukaku'd right now.

H'oooooookay.

I'm just gonna sit here until all the fluid in my head stops pretending left is down.

Definitely coming down with something, but buggered if I know what. It's been probably the better part of a week, so it could be Josh's 'flu' - boy, that'll teach me to stand next to him; fuck off, immune system - but since I don't yet feel like I've been run over by a truck that seems unlikely. Just my usual trick of spending a month coming down with something and 48 hours actually having it, I expect.

Also, alleyne - that fic I posted? And had no idea where it had gone? no_true_pairing got it.

*weeps*

Also, this poster is really reminding me of Dilly and Parilthon right now. XD

Also I... really should be leaving for work very soon and I have not brushed my hair.

That storm was a fucking cocktease.

I think I have a sore throat. I may be coming down with something, as it has been about for a few days now.

Also, my awesome black dragon is female, but I've already called a black Aundin. D: Life is cruel! I'm going to have to call it Liquor or something, except that's taken. Sigh.

Also, I suspect these festive eggs are all going to hatch on New Year's Eve.

[EDIT] Also wow am I tired or what ow neck ow what stop that. :( Period + sore throat + work + lack of aircon = nuuuuuuu but in a very lazy way because I'm too tired to be distraught over it.

[EDIT] ..... *snffl*

I have been yelled at for some truly ridiculous things today. The first was for asking someone if he was 'taking a wander'. Because apparently the word 'wander' does not imply 'browsing with no need for a salesperson's assistance'. No, it means 'you are taking up my floorspace without any clear intent to buy anything; gtfo'. I am not joking. This fucker waxed wrathful at me for in excess of ten minutes. What. The Fuck. Also, my bus driver just yelled at me for using the second lane as I got on the bus. Because, you know. That's not what that space is FOR or anything. On the bright side, was comiserated with by the rest of the passengers.

Oh, and got to come home early. Hah. It was utterly dead in there, so we really were not necessary.

Also, my throat is sore and I feel like vomiting.

But I got to see Rage today, which was excellent.

And EK says she sketched Sanga and should be doing retouch etc tomorrow, so I may have a Sanga by the time I get home. :D

As the day wore on yesterday, my bones turned to lead. Thus it was that I went to bed at eight-thirty, which was pretty much as soon as dishes had been done, mostly because mum noticed me stoning at the tabletop and was just like, "Er, perhaps you should sleep. At some point. Relatively soon." Hell yes, sez me; goodbye, aunt and uncle.

And then I slept.

Until 8.30am.

Whereupon I only woke up because my mother locked herself out of the house and had to buzz the apartment. >_>; Eh heh.

Still feeling kind of gummy this morning, and my arms are weird and half-numb, but not completely leaden like yesterday. Trying to work out what I can commission from EK and have basically made the following list:
1) Ban.
2) Sanga.
3) EODRANAICH AND LOGANAICH.

I got kind of stupidly excited when I realised I could get her to draw my boys with her superior anatomy abilities. XD I can always keep... commissioning... when I think of more, since she is very amenable to eating. ♥

In addition, the submission deadline for the Jan 1 SSBB came out today - December 22, apparently. I do want to write for it, but... well, there are a lot of things on at this time of year. XD Including NaNo which I have not yet begun. So... so, we'll see.

I need to spend the day organising clothes, since I won't really get the chance for the rest of the week, and beginning to sort out this wretched website again. Prizes for anyone who can tear me away from this webcomic long enough to do any of it. XD; I need a bigger favourites bar if I'm gonna keep reading these things.

I NEED TO START PLAYING BLEACH GAMES, CLEARLY. XD

(Thanks to leviathanmirror, who knows just what to say. XDDDDDDDD)



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Haha. *rubs fruitlessly at neck* Yes.

My right hand is alternately aching all across my knuckles and the back of my hand, and needling me with lack of circulation on my thumb and first two fingers and up the inside of my forearm. It is, how you say, a pain.

Also, I just want to play video games. And I can't, and I am physically incapable at the moment. XD AUGH.

Also, my stomach is a fucking pain.

1) I Should Quit Harvey Norman.

I am enjoying myself but there is just not enough time. Also, my god, the fact that I have been warned by staff about other staff sabotaging orders in order to make me look bad is just ridiculous. I don't want or need to worry about bullshit like that.


2) Tol and Hiru can be joint narrators, probably.

I really don't think I can afford to start in the middle of the established storyline, though, so what I might do is weave in exciting timeskip narration from Hiru's perspective. This means village life will be interspersed with sex and power-siphoning and death! I know you're as excited as I am.


3) It was really stupid to agree to see a movie with James this weekend.

It really, really was.


4) I am going to finish my OzLit essay on time if it fucking kills me.

And it might.


5) I need to find out what the fuck this random bouts of dizziness thing is about.

It's probably a combination of stress and tiredness but fuck it is getting annoying. If there's nothing concretely wrong with you, body, then STFU and work right. None of this sudden death vertigo bullshit.


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HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO AFFORD A CINTIQ IF I QUIT HN AND LOSE MY STAFF PRICING. XD NOOOOOOOOOO. XDDDDDDD THIS IS A SERIOUS CONCERN OKAY YOU GUYS ahahahahahahaha oh no really but seriously ajkhsdfjasdjf DAMN YOU, 2.5 THOUSAND DOLLAR PIECE OF AWESOME.

It's not possible to catch the flu inside two hours. It's not. It's not. it's just that I went to bed late last night. That's all it is. I'm feeling nauseous because I haven't eaten for a while. That's all. That's everything. I am not getting sick. I am definitely not getting sick. sjfaksdhsdas.

Assignment draft handed in. Craig says to leave it alone for a while; I think I'm going to work harder on plotting the rest of AtM and scene-structure it, because I have another draft to hand in in week eleven. *adds to to-do list*

Tonight, pizza and Japanese oral-writing, and possibly Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, because I feel like it.

Dizziness is still around, headache has developed, but still not feeling death-on-death terrible, which means that I'm likely doing my usual trick of developing a lesser illness over the course of a week and then vomiting for a day or two and getting over it. Fret not, dear f-list, because I will be quite all right. Shortly.

I tried to work on things this morning, wrote incoherent drabbles, napped, and watched Firefly a little. Well, about six episodes now, but I've just been kind of lolling and giggling at intervals, so this is a rewatch bereft of useful plot point absorption.

Also, I am watching Jaynestown and Simon is a douche. An adorable, incoherent douche. And I still ship Jayne/Simon like nobody's business and it actually hurts me. |D; (If it makes you all feel better, I also ship Mal/Inara, Wash/Zoe, Simon/Kaylee, and - for the duration of this episode - Vess/Jayne, because hero worship is a kind of love.)

I love the way they talk in Firefly the same way I love the way they talk in Marathat. 's shiny. :3

( A Sticks/Ash ramble which probably shows you that I am in fact a little discombobulated. )

Okay, so the dizziness has not gone away. It doesn't go away when I am lying down. I do not yet have an appreciable temperature, but by all accounts this flu starts with a day of 'feeling really weird' and I think that about covers it. I feel detached from my head and my vision. Trying to walk at my normal speed only leads to long pauses holding on to walls while the world settles back into place.

Thankyou, Josh, for coming to work sick on Friday. The flu is apparently the worst it's ever been, and I do not have the shot for this one, so it was really awesome of you to come into work when you were sick. I dislike you for a multitude of reasons. >:\

I am staying up until ten, when I can ring in sick. I wish I knew John's actual number, but sadly I only have the store line. I hate giving late notice for things. nghhfjhg. >:(