I got an email last night from someone who has just discovered the fic I did for a fandom nearly ten years ago. An intelligent, thoughtful reader who could articulate the reasons for liking the stuff beyond "Grate! Write Mor!" Talk about things on the Internet living forever. Fortunately I've never put up anything I'm not willing to have raise its hoary head years later.
'Conviction (1)'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I'm home sick because coughing and sneezing and moaning about my congested sinuses is better done in the privacy of one's own home than at the office.
And I'm being productive. What a drag. But if I pay some bills and make some phone calls, I will allow myself to binge on Fringe later, and maybe finish up season 2.
Happy Birthday, Emeline!
I discovered the secret to Me Not Getting Starved and Hitting the Vending Machine at 10:30am: Peanut butter for breakfast! It succeeded where other proteins like eggs and sausage failed me. Who knew?
SIX???? How is that possible?
Happy birthday Em!
Happy birthday, Emeline! You were Emmett's tryout toddler, and when I saw how good he was with you I knew he'd be okay with the incipient Matilda.
Tom, JZ is a big believer in peanut butter for breakfast.
I have had a headache since yesterday. I feel like my skull is closing in on my brain. In the last five hours I have taken two excedrin, two aspirin, a claritin, and had a coke (for the nausea) and a latte.
Nothing is touching it.
Is it possible that my skull is shrinking? WTF? I should have shaky hands from caffeine, but my eyelids are getting heavy.
Maybe it's a tumor.
Try ginger ale for the nausea.