I'm sick of being sick.
Jan. 7th, 2004 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Thanks for all the well wishes, guys. I really wanted to feel better, since you all so nicely demanded/encouraged it, but I'm not quite there. Maybe tomorrow. I'm rooting for being able to taste food again.
So it's like, midnight now, and I should be going to bed, only I didn't get out of bed today until 7pm. Partly it's because I'm still extremely sick (I've never had anything last this long before, and it's so freaking annoying), partly it's because it never got very bright today (it is, however, a winter wonderland outside), and partly it's because I didn't get a very restful sleep with all the hacking and such.
Okay, I'm done whining about how ill I am. Now I am going to whine about how I'm so behind on everything, including snippets of FY that Pud has posted, Steph's debfic, and God knows what else. Has anyone written any smut that I've missed? I'm in the mood for smut. The muse has actually hit me w/ a v. smutty premise, but there's no way I can write in this condition, and even if I could write, I have plenty of other things I should be working on instead. You never appreciate the wonderfulness of not being sick until you're sick, isn't that right?
Christmas gets less and less Christmasy every year, if you know what I mean. Pretty soon I'll be like, "Oh. It was Christmas yesterday, wasn't it?" Is it just becoming an adult that does it, or is this just a sad, sad commentary about me?
This year's Best Christmas Prezzie prize goes to Ropo, because she not only gave me all things that I really wanted, but also overcame my own total lameness to do it. Thanks d00d!! The Nice Try award goes to Jade, who wrapped up things I had already paid for and tried to pass them off as Christmas gifts. (The baster, however, rocks.) You've really got to admire that kind of spunk.
So it's like, midnight now, and I should be going to bed, only I didn't get out of bed today until 7pm. Partly it's because I'm still extremely sick (I've never had anything last this long before, and it's so freaking annoying), partly it's because it never got very bright today (it is, however, a winter wonderland outside), and partly it's because I didn't get a very restful sleep with all the hacking and such.
Okay, I'm done whining about how ill I am. Now I am going to whine about how I'm so behind on everything, including snippets of FY that Pud has posted, Steph's debfic, and God knows what else. Has anyone written any smut that I've missed? I'm in the mood for smut. The muse has actually hit me w/ a v. smutty premise, but there's no way I can write in this condition, and even if I could write, I have plenty of other things I should be working on instead. You never appreciate the wonderfulness of not being sick until you're sick, isn't that right?
Christmas gets less and less Christmasy every year, if you know what I mean. Pretty soon I'll be like, "Oh. It was Christmas yesterday, wasn't it?" Is it just becoming an adult that does it, or is this just a sad, sad commentary about me?
This year's Best Christmas Prezzie prize goes to Ropo, because she not only gave me all things that I really wanted, but also overcame my own total lameness to do it. Thanks d00d!! The Nice Try award goes to Jade, who wrapped up things I had already paid for and tried to pass them off as Christmas gifts. (The baster, however, rocks.) You've really got to admire that kind of spunk.
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Date: 2004-01-07 02:43 am (UTC)Christmas totally isn't the same as it used to be. When we were kids, it was like, THE DAY. There was so much excitement and anticipation and that just isn't there as much. I actually find myself looking more forward to giving other people the gifts I bought them than I am to receiving my own, and once that's done, the whole day seems kind of ... done.
I bet it makes the baby Jesus cry that we feel this way.