puddingcat: (exanimate)
This lurgy appears to be viral. Possibly not flu, after all, but certainly energy-sapping and 'orrible.

I spent most of Christmas Day (and Christmas Eve, and Boxing Day) in bed, comatose. I did manage some turkey and sprouts (mmm, sprouts) and then went straight back to bed. I can just about (even now) cope with half an hour or so of concentration (for example, winning Scrabble) and then need Yet More Sleep.

Most disturbingly of all, I've been off tea.

Dad managed to prove that he's not always an arse (although I might have slept through evidence to the contrary) and decided that his screaming flying monkey was the best present he'd ever got.

Today I'm in the office, theoretically finishing the UK tax return but in actuality trying to concentrate and focus. So far, 2 out of 3 people have told me I look like death cooled down.

Both Yuletide and Scribblemoose are blocked from work. Bah, Humbug. Speaking of Yuletide, though, I got an adorable Antique Bakery fic and an equally adorable and Terribly Manly Fenndom one, too! Hurrah for gaily ejaculating soldiers! AND! Despite the author reveal not happening until 1 Jan, I've been recced! (Only once, but That's Not The Point.) Whee!

Ok; all that was far too exciting. I'm going to stare blankly at a spreadsheet again for a bit.

Update

Mar. 18th, 2008 09:46 am
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The cold that became another cold that wouldn't go away has become sinusitis. *Not* a chest infection, said the doctor; I'm short of breah because I can't breathe through my nose, and mouthbreathing just isn't as effective.

So I'm on amoxycillin, wanting to sleeeeep and, once again, producing all the snot in the world. I need shares in Kleenex. I just hope it works and I get better this time; I'd really quite like to get back to the gym at some point.

Weekend in York (with flying visit to [livejournal.com profile] nannyo on the way back) was lovely, and I seem to have become a fan of Bleach, Saint Beast, and (somehow) Samurai Champloo. Next time I wonder where all my time goes, remind me of this post. [livejournal.com profile] dark_squall provided everyone with plotbunnies, which resulted in the Bad And Wrong idea of Sanzo in Olivia Newton John's end-of-Grease spandex outfit.

I also started knitting Monkey. Twisted rib = fine. YO2 in one row, which is knitted & knitted through the back loop in the next, = notsomuch. Ah well; I forgot to pack it, so at least I get a chance to calm down before trying again.
puddingcat: (exanimate)
I have another cold. I hadn't even completely recovered from the last one. My nose spent all yesterday running like a tap and is showing no signs of clearing up today (with added sinus blockage).

Anyway. I had a lovely birthday :) Saw [livejournal.com profile] faerierhona, with whom I hadn't caught up for ages, sadly failed to meet [livejournal.com profile] karohemd, who still holds the title of Only Person To Take A Photo Of Me With Which I'm Entirely Happy, got some shoes & boots mended, and asked the Haunted Bookshop to find me a copy of Fix Bay'nets! :)

I had forgotten how strong Belgian beer is. Gained further evidnece that everyone in Cambridge knows everyone else, when [livejournal.com profile] razornet arrived and recognised [livejournal.com profile] cabd. Still, the hangover cleared in time for Sunday lunch with the Parent People :)
puddingcat: (Big lump of metal.  And me.)
Lemsip doesn't touch it.

Day Nurse helps, but I'm still sniffing more than a small child.

Power tools, on the other hand, are so much fun that I don't care any more :D

(Yes, they're even more fun than shoe shopping. Hold the front page.)
puddingcat: (Knitting)
Today was a semi-malingering day. I'm still not well, but managed to get out to Boots and Hobbycraft (which is next door to Boots, so less cheeky than it could have been) this afternoon. Typically for me, I wanted beads in a size / colour combination that don't appear to exist - either I could get 3mm beads in cheap-fake-pearl colours, *or* a differnt size in a colour I wanted. Also typically, I've bought two colourways because I still haven't decided which I'm going to make the gloves in pic 20/24 in. I want to do pics 13 & 14 as well, and have enough yarn - but I'm not sure which colourways to use for which thing. I have one ball of Jay, and two of each of New Storm and Raphael. Except that the New Storm would look lovely as the gloves, but Jay & Raphael don't go together at all, and if I do the gloves in Jay I'll also want them in New Storm, and then won't wear the Jay ones, and however much I love the Raphael as a colour, it won't go with anything else I wear unless I mix it with monochrome. I think I'm going to have to buy some more yarn. Woe.


Boudica update )

Still Dead

Feb. 22nd, 2007 05:55 pm
puddingcat: (Animal Fair)
By the way, as [livejournal.com profile] norfolkian has discovered, I'm on Facebook under my Real Name, should anyone who knows what the point of it is feel like friend-equivalent-ing me.

Yes, I'm still snotulent. The Human Magic Eight Ball (aka [livejournal.com profile] snapesbabe) has told me to sell it all on eBay by pretending it's Britney's. Sadly, I think I'd no longer count as Fit And Proper if I tried that, and would never work again. Although, actually...

Is anybody out there? If it weren't for the "I'm bored" post on Tuesday, I'd be thinking I've ben sent to online-Coventry. Was it something I said? I promise this cold isn't catching over the net...


Boudica update: Corvus & Valerius (and Longinus, Valerius' best-friend-with-benefits) still alive. Camulodunum decidedly not so.

I am DEAD

Feb. 21st, 2007 09:18 pm
puddingcat: (exanimate)
The razorblade throat that got worse yesterday is now Raging Manflu, to the point where it might actually be considered a bad cold.

I haven't got dressed all day, the Lemsips are barely working any more and I can't even concentrate on reading for long enough to continue with Dreaming The Serpent Spear. I'm still convinced that Corvus is going to die horribly, given the number of references in the first hundred pages to his twu wuv for Valerius. Who might also be going to die, even more horribly, just for being my favourite character (and having had two whole legionnaries - and a Belgic slave-boy - in love with him). Boo.

Closer still to getting my hair cut off. It keeps getting in the way when I have a coughing fit or blow my nose.

Cocking!

Mar. 25th, 2006 10:02 pm
puddingcat: (Industrial Angel)
[livejournal.com profile] dr_wez, I had one for you, and it was very enjoyable.

Anyway, it appears that three Jen[n][i][e][y]s isn't enough to implode the universe, although it does make life easy when making introductions ("Sarah, these are Jenny"). We shall continue searching for other members of the Collective.

We visited Holier Than Thou, where despite already having captive balls, I bought 2 more. I confused a Small Child by woffling my nose at her, and fed [livejournal.com profile] nannyo a preparatory Creme Egg. We met a python and verified that Jasper is my cat, not my boyfriend.

[livejournal.com profile] snapesbabe was offered a discount in Forbidden Planet without asking for one. I think this counts as a SuperPower. It turns out that she also has boobies, and I discovered that sports bras come in black.

Apparently (according to [livejournal.com profile] tooth_fairy), I have smug genitals.

We were given crayons in Old Orleans, and we left an Elephant's bottom and Cthulhu on the tablepaper.

I resisted the Lure of Lush, despite [livejournal.com profile] tooth_fairy's discount thingy, mainly because of the sneezing and the queues, but not Starbucks. My spiky hair thing from Needles (which I was going to show a picture of here, but it doesn't show as much as I remembered (as indeed it doesn't in this icon)) attracted attention, ranging from "Funky Hair!" through a 12 year old girl pulling faces and a Bloke At The Station saying, "Can I touch it?".

It was a Grand Day Out :)

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I hate colds.

I hate how I switch between feeling hyperventilated and oxygen-starved. I hate how my ears feel as if they want to sneeze. I hate how my nose won't get *properly* blocked, or *properly* clear, but hovers somewhere in between where it's just irritating. I hate getting out of breath again, just as the Running Thing was starting to make it easier to walk up hills (such as the one to the Ally Pally) without being gasping at the top. I hate not getting a good night's sleep because of waking up & needing to drain my head.

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