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If I weren't such an utter wimp I would be sick more often. Because the things I get when I doze off with a raging fever are just plain weird. I'm pretty sure I had an absolutely brilliant solution to the energy crisis worked out last night, but for the life of me I can't remember what it entailed, only that it was brilliant and ever so simple. Then again, it my aborted attemt to work today, I was convinced at one point that there was a litter of kittens in the copier, and it was jammed because of that. No, really, I saw them when I opened the fuser. And then I was driving home and it was snowing so bad that I couldn't see and all I could think was "this is Frankenstien weather." And while it made perfect sense at the time, looking back I still don't know what I meant. So, here I am, writing yet another paper on Frankenstien, and all I can come up with is that Mary Shelly must have had a really fucked up childhood, because this book still creeps me out. Moulin Rouge is playing as background distraction, and is it just me or is this basically La Traviata? Because we're watching that tomorrow, and they both have the whole "whorecortesan with a heart of gold" cliche, and they both die of consumption, which is kinda freaking me out because I've been coughing for the last two days straight, and while I know the blood is from the fact that I get a bloody nose whenever I'm decently sick, my imagination, which is normally overrun by reason, is really having a field day. I went to the store to get Kleenex, and I came out with soup and some cottonballs, but no Kleenex. Man, class is going to be interesting tomorrow.

And, dude, the song someone pimped me is basically O Fortuna to a trance beat, and I've been listening to it for the last ten minutes and it just hit me now. And sneezing so hard that the coughdrop in your mouth bounces off your teeth is rather painful.

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dag_mar
Mar. 4th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)
lol. that's all I can say.
veijukka
Mar. 6th, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)
You poor person. Owie. I feel for you, as I came down with the bug of doom the Thursday before last and I'm still coughing like a consumptive.

And speaking of consumptives, yes...Moulin Rouge is essentially La Traviata.

*sniffle*
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