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Well, still sick. Bleah. I had to miss work and class since Wednesday, and I haven't even been able to get extra rest because of my stuffy nose and sore throat. Oh well, at least I'm back to sneezing my normal three times - on Tuesday every single time I sneezed I sneezed twice, which is REALLY RARE for me and kinda weirded me out. Also, the acid reflux from HELL has gone bye-bye.
And randomly, my entire body feels like it just went to sleep - you know, that weird tingly pins-and-needles sensation? It's kinda creeping me out, actually.
On the plus side, I've been rediscovering the Sims (the original) because I'm too groggy to do anything else. I've also been rereading Charles de Lint's Forests of the Heart because it is quite probably my favorite book ever and makes for great comfort reading. And I'm honestly considering buying a dozen copies of it and passing it out to everyone I know in order to get them to read Charles de Lint, who's underappreciated, dammit! I mean, his magical realism is along the lines of Alice Hoffmann's (though better IMO), so why is he ghettoized in "fantasy" while she's getting all the promotion as "mainstream?"
Of course, this will just lead into the whole rant on the ghettoization of fiction which I'm not really coherent enough to do right now, so let's not and pretend I did, and leave it for another day.
Edit: Damn you, Squeenix. Damn you. (click on Trailer #4 for an explanation)
Edit 2: I just got a letter saying I didn't get into Columbia. Oh, well.
And randomly, my entire body feels like it just went to sleep - you know, that weird tingly pins-and-needles sensation? It's kinda creeping me out, actually.
On the plus side, I've been rediscovering the Sims (the original) because I'm too groggy to do anything else. I've also been rereading Charles de Lint's Forests of the Heart because it is quite probably my favorite book ever and makes for great comfort reading. And I'm honestly considering buying a dozen copies of it and passing it out to everyone I know in order to get them to read Charles de Lint, who's underappreciated, dammit! I mean, his magical realism is along the lines of Alice Hoffmann's (though better IMO), so why is he ghettoized in "fantasy" while she's getting all the promotion as "mainstream?"
Of course, this will just lead into the whole rant on the ghettoization of fiction which I'm not really coherent enough to do right now, so let's not and pretend I did, and leave it for another day.
Edit: Damn you, Squeenix. Damn you. (click on Trailer #4 for an explanation)
Edit 2: I just got a letter saying I didn't get into Columbia. Oh, well.
