our heroine continues incapacitated
Oct. 18th, 2006 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbStill sick.
I have decided it is less amusing to be sick and have one-half of a functioning brain than it is to be sick with a brain that refuses entirely to function. Because with the latter, you don't know how boring sickiness is, whereas with the former? Well, sometimes ignorance is, if not bliss, then less wearing than the alternative.
My throat, which yesterday seemed to be improving, is today the nesting-place of evil aliens from the planet Phlegm. They are breeding up an army (in the brownish-yellow goop which my passages have so obligingly been producing) with which to go to war with the aliens from the planet Snot who colonised my sinuses at the beginning of the week.
If I'm still standing when the knock-down-drag-out part of the fight has settled, I'll let you know who won. Somehow I don't think the victor's going to be the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hawkwing_lb-immune system, though.
When I say Joy, I really mean it.*
I'm skipping a lecture (on early Christianity, with a really lovely lecturer, and I don't want to miss it) this afternoon in order to go home to bed and feed my cold hot-lemon-and-honey mixtures, cough drops, and Vicks vapour rub in the hope that it'll give up and go away. Right now I'm seriously thinking of skipping lectures altogether tomorrow and Friday and praying for deliverance.
Well, I'd be praying for deliverance if I was the praying type.**
I don't like being sick. It's boring. And I whinge incessantly, which makes me want to bite something. And cough drops make my teeth ache. (And by dose hurts.)
Also, did I mention the boring?
*hates the sick*
So, internets, entertain me? Tell me something good? Tell me something interesting? Talk to me and distract me from the War of the Germs ongoing in my sinuses? Help me not to go mad?
Please?
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In other news, I have all of my college assignment titles and deadlines but one. A comparison between the development of kingship in Sumer and the development of kingship in Israel and Judah should by interesting, and so should an assignment on ethics in archaeology. The only one that's kind of stumping me in terms of direction is the one for introduction to theology, which is "Deism". That's it. No question, no direction, just a broad subject area about which, at the moment, I know less than nothing.
This what Google and wikipedia were made for, I suppose. As a starting point for filling in the oh-so-many blanks my dear lecturer Dr. the Hon. Catholic Fossil has left in his explanations of theology.
I suspect an introduction to theology course should really start by explaining what theology is. And eschatology. And ontology. And you know, until this morning I thought I had a moderately large vocabulary.
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*In a very sarcastic way, but I do mean it.
**Which I am, but only when it comes to the little god (or perhaps it's a demon) of public transport, whose sense of humour is extremely unreliable. In all other aspects of my life I am completely a-deistic, but every commuter needs something to proposition, cajole, and curse in the early morning (and late night) hours, don't you think?
I have decided it is less amusing to be sick and have one-half of a functioning brain than it is to be sick with a brain that refuses entirely to function. Because with the latter, you don't know how boring sickiness is, whereas with the former? Well, sometimes ignorance is, if not bliss, then less wearing than the alternative.
My throat, which yesterday seemed to be improving, is today the nesting-place of evil aliens from the planet Phlegm. They are breeding up an army (in the brownish-yellow goop which my passages have so obligingly been producing) with which to go to war with the aliens from the planet Snot who colonised my sinuses at the beginning of the week.
If I'm still standing when the knock-down-drag-out part of the fight has settled, I'll let you know who won. Somehow I don't think the victor's going to be the
hawkwing_lb-immune system, though.When I say Joy, I really mean it.*
I'm skipping a lecture (on early Christianity, with a really lovely lecturer, and I don't want to miss it) this afternoon in order to go home to bed and feed my cold hot-lemon-and-honey mixtures, cough drops, and Vicks vapour rub in the hope that it'll give up and go away. Right now I'm seriously thinking of skipping lectures altogether tomorrow and Friday and praying for deliverance.
Well, I'd be praying for deliverance if I was the praying type.**
I don't like being sick. It's boring. And I whinge incessantly, which makes me want to bite something. And cough drops make my teeth ache. (And by dose hurts.)
Also, did I mention the boring?
*hates the sick*
So, internets, entertain me? Tell me something good? Tell me something interesting? Talk to me and distract me from the War of the Germs ongoing in my sinuses? Help me not to go mad?
Please?
---
In other news, I have all of my college assignment titles and deadlines but one. A comparison between the development of kingship in Sumer and the development of kingship in Israel and Judah should by interesting, and so should an assignment on ethics in archaeology. The only one that's kind of stumping me in terms of direction is the one for introduction to theology, which is "Deism". That's it. No question, no direction, just a broad subject area about which, at the moment, I know less than nothing.
This what Google and wikipedia were made for, I suppose. As a starting point for filling in the oh-so-many blanks my dear lecturer Dr. the Hon. Catholic Fossil has left in his explanations of theology.
I suspect an introduction to theology course should really start by explaining what theology is. And eschatology. And ontology. And you know, until this morning I thought I had a moderately large vocabulary.
---
*In a very sarcastic way, but I do mean it.
**Which I am, but only when it comes to the little god (or perhaps it's a demon) of public transport, whose sense of humour is extremely unreliable. In all other aspects of my life I am completely a-deistic, but every commuter needs something to proposition, cajole, and curse in the early morning (and late night) hours, don't you think?
