I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

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 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. 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.

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.)

By the way, as 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 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.

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 nannyo a preparatory Creme Egg. We met a python and verified that Jasper is my cat, not my boyfriend.

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 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 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.