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I was absolutely sick as a dog this weekend. Ugh, it was horrible. It was a chest cold that set me completely out of commission; could barely even breathe. Fortunately I'm starting to feel a bit better today, though I do feel kind of dizzy in addition to being drugged and congested. Lovely.
Because I was unable to do much this weekend except sulk around and play flash games, I'm way behind on my homework. So frustrating. That essay is due on April 6th, and man, even though I've been poking at it off and on for a while, I'm starting to get a little bit worried. Well, all it really means is that I need to haul ass, and it isn't as if I've never done an essay while sick before, but it's still major frustrating.
Didn't do much today. Went to the doc, who said "You're getting better, so I won't prescribe anything", sigh. Came home and slept for about five hours. Updated the Index. Watched Zoolander and did some knitting - been a while since I last did some of that, and my hand is kind of protesting, but not as badly as it usually would, which is a good sign. I think if I go easy on it, don't do too much all at once, while paying careful attention to my posture... I think I'll be fine. It's kind of frustrating that I wasn't able to finish this scarf while it was still cold outside, though. All the snow has gone and melted now. Well, at least I'll have it nice and ready for when it gets cold again.
Been reading Treasure Island recently. I found myself thinking back to when I was younger. I went through a (very long) period where I wouldn't read anything other than fantasy and horror novels. My mum was completely exasperated by all this, and kept trying to push "classics" on me, like Dickens 'n such. I didn't want to read about "real" things - but pirates? Adventure? Now, that's exciting. I mean, hell, at that age Tom Sawyer was one of my favourite novels (still is) in spite of the lack of magic, because of all the adventure in it. Now, I can't help but think that if she had tried to get me to read stuff like this, she would have had a lot more success.
Because I was unable to do much this weekend except sulk around and play flash games, I'm way behind on my homework. So frustrating. That essay is due on April 6th, and man, even though I've been poking at it off and on for a while, I'm starting to get a little bit worried. Well, all it really means is that I need to haul ass, and it isn't as if I've never done an essay while sick before, but it's still major frustrating.
Didn't do much today. Went to the doc, who said "You're getting better, so I won't prescribe anything", sigh. Came home and slept for about five hours. Updated the Index. Watched Zoolander and did some knitting - been a while since I last did some of that, and my hand is kind of protesting, but not as badly as it usually would, which is a good sign. I think if I go easy on it, don't do too much all at once, while paying careful attention to my posture... I think I'll be fine. It's kind of frustrating that I wasn't able to finish this scarf while it was still cold outside, though. All the snow has gone and melted now. Well, at least I'll have it nice and ready for when it gets cold again.
Been reading Treasure Island recently. I found myself thinking back to when I was younger. I went through a (very long) period where I wouldn't read anything other than fantasy and horror novels. My mum was completely exasperated by all this, and kept trying to push "classics" on me, like Dickens 'n such. I didn't want to read about "real" things - but pirates? Adventure? Now, that's exciting. I mean, hell, at that age Tom Sawyer was one of my favourite novels (still is) in spite of the lack of magic, because of all the adventure in it. Now, I can't help but think that if she had tried to get me to read stuff like this, she would have had a lot more success.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.