Life, Books, Cats

...Such as a still-barely functional "L" key.  Lovely.

Anyway, I've been having a decent if pain-med-addled week, but I'm finally pretty much off the things!  Yay!

(Though I still have a tube-thing inside of me.  Not-yay.)

Anyway.  I'm getting back into schoolwork, writing, and art.  I've got a half-finished pic of Dark!Leia and Han that I'm fairly proud of, and nebulous half-fic to go with it.

Speaking of nebulous half fic, anyone know how to say "you shall not pass" in Romanian?  Just wondering.

Life wise, it is rainy and cold.  Also Bad Rabbit left... leavings in the hallway.  But that's honestly about it for the bad.

I'm doing alright.

I returned home from the hospital on Wednesday, actually. It wasn't that fun. The food was bland when I could eat, and when I couldn't I was kind of miserable. I hate throwing up. I hate pain. The doctor skirted around saying it, but I will probably have these dang things at irregular intervals for the rest of my life.

I thought all my illnesses were mental. I'm just sayin'.

On the plus side, morphine is a wonderful, wonderful thing, making me feel woozy and full of love.

Also I got a new plush cat, so, yeah, score!

My live cat is very very thrilled to have me back, purring and purring.  On Monday I'll be headed back to school. 

( Under the Cut, Have Something I've Become a Bit Addicted To )

Good news: Beach!  Yay!  It's gorgeous down here, if a bit too cold to swim. 

Bad news:  I, yet again, have suffered The Return Of The Mysterious Coughing/Headache/Sore Throat.  This is the third time now that it has come back.  I am not amused.

Pre-illness, the drive down on Thursday was nice.  We listened to country music most of the way, and I was forced to admit that over the top patriotic songs about how "This Is America" and such are now a guilty pleasure of mine.  Not as much as "I Wanna Check You For Ticks," however.  That song (whatever it's actually called) is a class all by itself.  It revolves around a country boy using that sentiment as a pick up line in a bar.  Deeply romantic.

My aunt (the Zutara shipper) and I should be able to resume watching Avatar soon.  I'm looking forward to showing her the second season.  It remains one of the best things I've ever watched on TV, and has a lovely Shirtless Zuko Quotient.

Which brings me to another rambling point- why do I fangirl?  And, more specifically, why do I seem to fangirl only animated/drawn characters?  I mean, it started with me insisting that I just liked Zuko for his character, but Season Three and the Beach Episode of Doom put a bit of an end to that.  Now one of my major online hobbies is watching other people fangirl Nightwing.  I am growing concerned.

Anyway, world, Happy Almost-Easter!

I don't feel good today.

To be fair, I haven't felt top notch for weeks, but all of a sudden now I've got a hideious problem with coughing and a sore throat and I'm not happy.

On the plus side, I have found many places on the web to look at adorable baby animals, such as http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/  (Warning: severe cute overload).  But going "squee" is also hazardous to my throat.  (Which pretty much dooms my looking through my fandoms- I can never be sure when squee sneaks up on me unawares.  Much like shipping.)

Luckily, I have this little corner of the net where I can vent.

Also, it's messing up my typing skills something fierce.  Which means that writing is tough.  Which is annoying.

And I've been patrolling DeviantArt for fancomics, which has been pretty fun.  And there's reading, obviously, though I'm in the sort of mood to choose Dave Barry over "Gettysburg", "This Realm of England", or even "Civil War Blunders."  And laughing hurts my throat.

Not that this will always stop me.  A few years back, Avatar Smilebender Week on Nickelodeon occured.  They played the funniest episodes.  I had a problem going on with a rib that mean laughing felt like something was stabbing me in the side.  Of course I watched anyway. 

I think I'll just go to sleep.