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tanarillI'm sick. So is half the school, but that's really not the point because the point is I'm sick. According to everyone, it's a thirty-six hour thing. I've had it for nearly 48 and yes, I'm through the worst of it. Still doesn't help.
. . . actually, I woke up around four in the morning due to inability to breathe. I've taken up lacha's cure of eating jalapenos as a cure for non-breathability, but at four in the morning it's not a terribly fun thing to do. Especially when all I wanted was to be asleep. The next day or so had better pass quickly, s'all I'm saying.
I had an eight o'clock lab today. It was almost exactly the same as last week's eight o'clock lab, except that I was doing benzoic acid that he deliberately dyed, so we had to filter. We had to heat the glassware before hand so the thermal shock of dumping hot liquid in it wouldn't crack it, and I broke a round-bottom ;_; There's 25 points I'll never see again.
Tonight is Spa Night with the Beta Sigs, which means me will do manis and pedis and lotions and feet washed and hand washes, etc. I feel good about this. I slept through making most of it, because last night I crashed around eight, but still. We has stuff! And things!
I could so use a spa.
I will be missing Trick or Shot. If I had not missed Trick or Shot, I would have been the designated driver anyway, being underaged. The fact remains, however, that I will be home over Halloween weekend because MW and Dad are taking off to Vegas for a vacation, leaving me to take care of JJ. The silver lining? BF has some family thing going on and will be home this weekend, and since home for us is just over half a mile apart . . . :3
Don't expect me on tonight. I expect to be too drop-dead tired.
EDIT:
I almost forgot to tell everybody about the totally and amazingly cracked-out dream I had last night. It was Avatar-based, only it was AU Avatar so Katara was a waterbender and did funky things with blood, Sokka was a cracker-extreme, and Aang was emo. And, yeah, I can totally see Sokka holed up in his room with a half-dozen screens wired together, doing Things with code to induce entire sections of the Fire Nation economy to fail and subsisting on pizza, and I can even see Katara in a lab suit, with glasses, doing filter transfers via waterbending. But I simply can't see Aang as hanging out in a psych ward, because he's tried to kill himself twice.
That wasn't the cracky part, though. The crack part was Ozai. Ozai was much younger, although Azula and Zuko were the same. Ozai was also, in the dream, what happens when a crackhead grows up and gets a Real Job, which led me to strongly suspect that a. Azula and Zuko had different mothers and b. neither of them had been planned. Zuko was cool. He had this metal-pop-rock band, and pierced everything. He even had the scar, but it was from a welding mishap (apparently you can weld with firebending, but only if you're good, and Zuko wasn't that good when he tried it). Azula . . . actually, Azula wasn't even there.
But back to the crack that is Ozai who, as I said, was not older than twenty-five, an also the only person ho Aang responded to. Amorously.
Look, I told you this was a crack dream.
A large part of the dream revolved around Ozai learning to water- and airbend. Actually he wasn't. It's just that if you heat water really fast on a microlevel you can get it to move in certain ways. If you compress air enough, it can decompress quickly. Etc. He was always with Aang, in an "I will protect you" kind of way, and aang was getting saner as Ozai learned to use firebending in interesting ways that splattered the walls with hot water.
Then there was a surfing scene. Katara rode a waterball the way Aang rode ain airball. For such a geek, Sokka did amazing-well on his windsurfer. Aang, of course, did an airball. Ozai did a geyserball, and had to go chase Aang when he tried to kill himself in the crater of Oahu. No, don't ask.
They rescued Aang, presumably from himself. Then the dream ended, because my alarm went off. -_- And it was such a nice dream too. With a bot of work, including removing all the bending, changing everyone's profession, and replacing quite a few personalities . . . it could be a nice fic. File this one under "sang me in a dream" fic ideas, I suppose.
Also, there was sushi tonight. I had a big honkin' lump o' wasabi, which I am using to retain my ability to breathe. Huzzah!
. . . actually, I woke up around four in the morning due to inability to breathe. I've taken up lacha's cure of eating jalapenos as a cure for non-breathability, but at four in the morning it's not a terribly fun thing to do. Especially when all I wanted was to be asleep. The next day or so had better pass quickly, s'all I'm saying.
I had an eight o'clock lab today. It was almost exactly the same as last week's eight o'clock lab, except that I was doing benzoic acid that he deliberately dyed, so we had to filter. We had to heat the glassware before hand so the thermal shock of dumping hot liquid in it wouldn't crack it, and I broke a round-bottom ;_; There's 25 points I'll never see again.
Tonight is Spa Night with the Beta Sigs, which means me will do manis and pedis and lotions and feet washed and hand washes, etc. I feel good about this. I slept through making most of it, because last night I crashed around eight, but still. We has stuff! And things!
I could so use a spa.
I will be missing Trick or Shot. If I had not missed Trick or Shot, I would have been the designated driver anyway, being underaged. The fact remains, however, that I will be home over Halloween weekend because MW and Dad are taking off to Vegas for a vacation, leaving me to take care of JJ. The silver lining? BF has some family thing going on and will be home this weekend, and since home for us is just over half a mile apart . . . :3
Don't expect me on tonight. I expect to be too drop-dead tired.
EDIT:
I almost forgot to tell everybody about the totally and amazingly cracked-out dream I had last night. It was Avatar-based, only it was AU Avatar so Katara was a waterbender and did funky things with blood, Sokka was a cracker-extreme, and Aang was emo. And, yeah, I can totally see Sokka holed up in his room with a half-dozen screens wired together, doing Things with code to induce entire sections of the Fire Nation economy to fail and subsisting on pizza, and I can even see Katara in a lab suit, with glasses, doing filter transfers via waterbending. But I simply can't see Aang as hanging out in a psych ward, because he's tried to kill himself twice.
That wasn't the cracky part, though. The crack part was Ozai. Ozai was much younger, although Azula and Zuko were the same. Ozai was also, in the dream, what happens when a crackhead grows up and gets a Real Job, which led me to strongly suspect that a. Azula and Zuko had different mothers and b. neither of them had been planned. Zuko was cool. He had this metal-pop-rock band, and pierced everything. He even had the scar, but it was from a welding mishap (apparently you can weld with firebending, but only if you're good, and Zuko wasn't that good when he tried it). Azula . . . actually, Azula wasn't even there.
But back to the crack that is Ozai who, as I said, was not older than twenty-five, an also the only person ho Aang responded to. Amorously.
Look, I told you this was a crack dream.
A large part of the dream revolved around Ozai learning to water- and airbend. Actually he wasn't. It's just that if you heat water really fast on a microlevel you can get it to move in certain ways. If you compress air enough, it can decompress quickly. Etc. He was always with Aang, in an "I will protect you" kind of way, and aang was getting saner as Ozai learned to use firebending in interesting ways that splattered the walls with hot water.
Then there was a surfing scene. Katara rode a waterball the way Aang rode ain airball. For such a geek, Sokka did amazing-well on his windsurfer. Aang, of course, did an airball. Ozai did a geyserball, and had to go chase Aang when he tried to kill himself in the crater of Oahu. No, don't ask.
They rescued Aang, presumably from himself. Then the dream ended, because my alarm went off. -_- And it was such a nice dream too. With a bot of work, including removing all the bending, changing everyone's profession, and replacing quite a few personalities . . . it could be a nice fic. File this one under "sang me in a dream" fic ideas, I suppose.
Also, there was sushi tonight. I had a big honkin' lump o' wasabi, which I am using to retain my ability to breathe. Huzzah!
