Bleah

[ultranos]

So, I'm apparently sick with a nasty headcold. (If the constantly runny/stuffy nose, burning eyes, and coughing are any indication whatsoever.)

Of course, what this means is that I'm either:
a) staying late in lab trying to finish the lab that's due on Wednesday, which requires me to stare at scopes a lot and not cough over electronics (I'm fairly certain I would not be having such a hard time adjusting to my term schedule with 2 lab classes if I wasn't sick by week 2.)
b) running around either killing or befriending demons in a post-apocalyptic setting (damn you, MegaTen MMO. Why must you be so fun?)
c) writing fic with the Angst Dial cranked up to 11

Comments

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

:(
*hugs you gently*
*shoves lots and lots of fluids your direction*

Yeah, nothing like being sick to make semesterly adjustments difficult.
But at least you're killing demons!

(is this the angst fic I hate you for or some other one?)

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

Yay, fluids. *drinks*

I'm convinced I would not be nearly as worried about everything and panicking on if I'll get my lab reports done if I wasn't sick. Because I know if I fall behind now, I'm screwed, but running full tilt like that right now is NOT the best idea.

Yay, killing demons! It's sort of like a productive outlet for rage.

(Yes, it's the angst fic you hate me for. Jack is glaring at me, but what else is new?)

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

I'm a big proponent of the "drown a cold" theory of self-medication.

*nods* Try to let the energy you have focus on that. Don't worry about fic right now (um, if you even are...)

Demons are always good for killing.

(*shakes head at you and your fix* Is Jack *ever* not glaring? I mean, when did you last make him happy?)

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I kinda wish I had a big carton of orange juice, but do not want to spend the effort going to the store to pick some up (which is the really crappy part about being sick: a five minute walk outside seems really not worth it). Which is why I'm currently gulping down tea and even just hot water (I've found that it soothes my throat almost as well as the tea, without the caffeine).

*nods* I feel bad about it, but I'm not really thinking about fic until I've got my schedule underneath me and am standing steady on two feet. (I had hopes that it would be this case by now, but didn't count on catching The Plague.)

They are! I can also make friends with some of them and have them follow me around like pets. (The universe is a bit...odd.)

(Yeah, yeah. I was poking at it last night. And I don't know when Jack is ever not glaring in my general direction. Although I would argue I made him happy last night! With the crack I was writing you! Involving space pirates, big space guns, leather, and THOR.)