Imaginary time capsule

Well, at least the worst part is over. Now I'm merely in ZOMG SO MUCH PAIN and have constant nausea. Mostly I'm just exhausted, though think that's because I've only eaten two slices of bread the last two days, and a few spoons of micro'd porridge.

I attempted to attend school today. Very bad idea. Not only had I such stomach cramps I was writhing in my chair, but I had bouts of such intolerable nausea I was afraid I'd never reach the Ladies in time if worse came to worse.

I think the highlight was when my professor raised his voice and asked me, "Tilde, can you see what I'm writing from over there?" (I was sitting close to the door, several meters from the rest of the group) and while I tightened my vocal chords planning to say something like "Not all of it, but as long as you read out what you're writing I'm good", what came out was rather something like "Vluuurghh."

So I've been lying in bed, watching musicals and just now The wicker man. The original of course. I've not yet seen the Cage remake, and I hope I'll never will, because as far as I know it doesn't have any of the factors that makes the original a great movie, such as A) Edward Woodward. Love him. B) Christopher Lee in a kilt. C) Cute British traditions. C) Dirty songs - I especially like the scene with Lee singing the song about the tinker when Woodward comes in and throws a fucking rotten hare at him. And D) Edward Woodward being seduced throught a fucking wall. It's awesome, I tell you.

Oh dear God, Guppy is Owen! You strange Torchwood-watching freaks, why didn't you tell me Owen is Guppy from Bleak house? Not that I'll start watching because of that, I just stick the the highlights, like Jack kissing Jack and Jack kissing Spike. But aww, cute, creepy Guppy.

I've listened to The stones of Venice now, and it's SO BAD but at the same time it's SO MUCH FUN. I'm as puzzled as you are.

( Yes, I'm spoilering an audio play. Shoot me )

Now excuse me, I feel suddenly very ill again.

She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her under your skin

Run! Run away! Save yourself!

So, I'm suspecting I have a touch of the Plague. Or a common cold, it's too early to tell.

Everything, absolutely every inch of my body hurts. My shoulders should have been put out of their misery hours ago. I've still not found a single activity that does not cause me discomfort.

Still, I tried to make some use of the day. So far I've managed to clip the claws on two of Brownie's paws. He hated it of course, but unlike Domino he doesn't scream bloody murder when I hold him. Feeling optimistic, I opted for one of Brownie's back paws and managed to cut into the quick.

I feel awful. I made my own rat, who I'm supposed to take care of and feed and love, bleed. I gave him a royal helping of yoghurt drops and dropped the claw-clipping for the day being.

Not that their claws are freakishly long, but I'm preparing myself and them for a gentle rat-bath. Domino's got a case of buck grease like nobody's business, and when a white rat becomes bright orange I say there's time I give a helping hand.

Okay, one final uninteresting (for you) rat comment: Last night I saw them both boggling for the first time. Sweet. Only a rat could manage to look so freaky when they're enjoying themselves.

So, my eyes fell on 10th Planet's Invasion and holy Batman, that's a bucketful of awesome. Three of my favourite Doctors attending (well, two Doctors I love and one I've actually never seen an entire episode of, but who I really like still). God, DW fans must be a spoilt lot, when things like this is just organized for their convenience. "Look over there, that's Tom Baker, living legend."

You can tell I have never been in a fandom until now who organized cons, don't you?

Ugh, I'll creep back into bed and rewatch Genesis of the Daleks. At least I got a bottle of my favourite apple juice (though I still won't taste it with this blocked-up nose). Pity meee.

He told me that I have a soul
How does he know?

I've not completely given up on life yet, and there are several reasons for this:

A) I've got a box full of Lollipop-ices. All mine, moahahahaa!

B) I've started rereading Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. You don't feel so bad when you read about others' pain (plenty so far, I'm already at the Champmathieu-case). This is the fourth or fifth time I read it, this time just to see if I still love it. At least I have a better clue of how you pronounce all the French names now. Bamatabois always makes me grin.

C) And last but not least, the latest story arch in M, where C'thulhu follows the author home and is kept as a family pet.



( and another one for good Norwgian measure )

You have to love that! It's being printed in Norway's next-to-biggest newspaper, and think of all the people who don't get it. He's alienating lots and lots of people. But I love it. Even when he learns C'thulhu tricks by giving him cats as snacks, I love it.

Okay, sick now. Gotta lie down.