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Leaving for CA tomorrow. I promise to take many pictures and share all of my adventures with you good folks.

I also promise not to share the obnoxious cold/flu/thing that I caught at the end of last week. Because, of course, I have to get sick right before a cross-country plane flight. Because that's just how these things work. And, to top it all off, I can't get more than a couple hours of sleep at a time because I keep on waking up with awful pain in either my chest or my back. My body so hates me, you guys. I'm off to see the doctor this afternoon and hope he can give me something to make this all a little more bearable. *crosses fingers*

And now my brain is shutting down. I really have to start packing. And digging my car out of the ginourmous snow drift that has buried it since yesterday. Oh, Michigan, stay classy.

The Plague is vanquished!

Well, mostly, mostly the Plague is vanquished. I totally hit a point today where I was all "Rabble, rabble, I don't want to stay in bed anymore" so I got up and watched the rest of Mad Men s.3 while working on Holiday cards.

OMG, I can't believe it's already time to send out Holiday cards again! I swear, the years just keep getting faster and faster. So, here's the deal: if you want a Holiday-themed communication from me that will be delivered by the postal service, please leave your address in the comments (which are screened). If you aren't sure whether I have your address or not please err on the side of caution and leave it again.

I do ever so love to send people things.

Also, please point me in the direction of any similar post of your own that I may have missed in the past week. I tried to stay on top of things, fandom-wise, but the Plague really did get the best of me.

I must have sounded truly pathetic over the phone the past few days because both my mother and my father called me to ask if I needed anything. Which was much more considerate than baylorsr who offered to bring me things on Monday after she'd come up to work. I could have died today and she wouldn't have done anything about it. Well, she may have shed One Perfect Emo Tear (tm Dean Winchester) but that wouldn't help me if I was already dead.

Ummm, okay, yeah, maybe I need to go lie down again because that last paragraph sounds a little delirious. ;-) But, really, you should tell me to send you Holiday cards. Because they're awesome. Yes.

It's been one strange and bizarre week. On Tuesday I woke up with a scratchy throat and a runny nose. Then, about an hour after I woke up, I got a call from baylorsr to inform me that she'd done bad things to her knee. I guess when it rains it pours. Anyway, I went down to FGC on Wednesday afternoon to help the girls out, sniffling the entire way.

I'm now back up at my own place, still sniffling, but the Baylors are doing much better. Suffice it to say my internet involvement has been rather curtailed this week since, not only was I borrowing another's computer but my brain wasn't really processing things very well. I was very 'let's stare at the wall and blink at the pretty colors' at certain points. It made classes oh so very unproductive, let me tell you what.

I did see Thursday's episode and loved it muchly. It made me deliriously happy and I think it was exactly what we all needed, a little break in the angsty mythology. Now I'm more than ready for whatever next week will bring us.

I have also been a bookreading fiend. I recently finished Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton and was pretty much blown away. It was an amazing book. During my sojourn at FGC I read The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler, Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman, and most of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I have to admit, I picked up the Fowler book because she's primarily a genre author and that was her one mainstream publication (and also, not surprisingly, her most commercially successful work). It was a charming read and was much more satisfactory to me, as a woman, than a lot of the chicklit I've read. I think publishers have narrowed the idea of chicklit into too small a category and, hence, have made it into a niche that doesn't speak with the true variety of women's voices. Which is a shame because its a genre that is supposed to speak for us and yet so many points of view are echoingly silent.

But then, that's what we have the internet for. Plus, apparently publishing houses are going the way of the dinosaurs. Publish or perish, indeed.

It's been a beautiful autumn, so far, here in Michigan. Gorgeous weather and vibrant leaves. Autumn really is one of my favorite times of year. There's so much romance in the way the old year dies.

Sometimes a break is exactly what the psyche needs. I am a little shamed by my drama queen ways but sometimes when you're having a shitty evening all you really want to do is yell at fandom because fandom can take it.

Still feeling pretty shitty, but vicodin is my best friend so that's all good. I have hot cocoa and cinnamon toast and lots of chocolate so I think I'll weather the storm.

Went to a Scottish/Indian Wedding on Friday. My family is so crazy, you guys. See, my cousin married a guy whose parents are from India so there were some Indian elements to the ceremony, which were very nice (there were also some Catholic elements to the ceremony which must have been nearly as foreign as the Indian parts to my Baptist grandmother, but I digress). If that had been the extent of everything my cousins would not have earned all of the laughter my father, brothers, and I had at their expense, but, oh no, that would've been too sane. See, that side of the family is obssessed with our collective Scottish heritage. Completely obssessed.* So there were bagpipes and an honor guard in full Scottish regalia and my uncle was in a kilt and as a part of the ceremony he gave the groom a clan tartan. Oh, and they said that they were sorry that all of their relatives from India and Scotland couldn't be here. People, we don't have any relatives in Scotland, that we know of, and certainly none that we would invite to a wedding. We are not Scottish, we have some Scottish in us but we are not Scottish.

I mean, hell, I'm a German as I am Scottish, and that's not saying much. *facepalms* It was pretty freaking funny. But the food at the reception was good, even if we did have to listen to soft jazz. The more weddings I go to the more I learn about what not to do if I ever have one of my own. Americans can be so completely ridiculous.

That was the one time where I was grateful for being sickly because as the hall got louder and louder and I got more and more uncomfortable the Da was able to make our excuses and get us all out of there.

And now I am going to go take a nap. Apparently just remembering the whole ordeal is enough to wear me out. Still have to do my laundry today. Stupid laundry.

mmmmm bed ...

*My paternal grandmother's father's family is from Scotland, by way of Canada. So that begs the question, where was the Tim Horton's at the reception, eh?

Have been sick, sick, sicksicksick. Spent yesterday in bed and though feeling better today (I actually ate a bagel) all I want to do is read fic and watch crappy TV. Went to the store (I sometimes overestimate how much better I'm feeling) and ended up buying loads of post-vd day candy. Apparently when I'm not feeling well my hindbrain takes over.

Tired now, think I want a nap.

Just wanted to check in quick to let everyone know I'm still alive. Was ill with the flu the past few days and am off to a funeral tomorrow so my internet time is terribly limited. Finally felt well enough to sneak into work after hours to catch up on the friendslist and check ye ol' email.

Saw Hitchiker's Guide on Saturday and quite enjoyed it. It is very british and very enjoyable. Two thumbs up.

Hugs and kisses to all and I plan to be back around by Thursday. Unless the end of the world comes first and I end up having to run away to wherever one runs away to when the world is ending.

Remember, there is finally a new Lost on Wednesday night and I expect you all to watch and adore it. Toodles!

Woke up this morning with the allergy headache from hell. Of course, did not realize it was anything other then morning grogginess until I got to work where, of course, there are no drugs. Damnit.

In going over my eternal Netflix queue I noticed that I have a lot of movies in there simply because they have one actor or another in the cast.

( Here's the List, for Your Amusement )

Oy, even when my boss actually gives me something to do it is still one of the most boring projects in the history of all work. *repeats 'am grateful for job, it pays the bills' ad infinitum*

Do not believe anything baylorsr may have reported on comments I supposedly made last night. She is clearly delusional.

Wow, not feeling too hot today. Just kind of all strung out and tired and randomly ache-y. Just the sort of bleh that makes me want to be at home, curled up on my super comfortable couch watching crappy daytime TV with the Food Channel thrown in for spice. It's making the High Drama of working with the bosses in the Other Office that much more aggravating. They're freaking drama queens and I swear they sap the energy right out of the office. Spazz, spazz, spazzspazzspazz.

La la la. Lost was great last night. Gah, the ending killed me ded, what with the creepiness and the cliffhanger and everything. ( spoilers )

Watching Lost makes me nostalgic for my old X-Files days. Now there was a show that thrived on ripping your heart out of your chest on a regular basis. It also shared the same kind of mystical quality that the best episodes of Lost thrive on.

And now I'm just babbling. Maybe I should lay my head down on my desk and take a nap.

Do not despair, I am still around;-). For some reason the cold, flue, thing that I had kept me down and out a whole lot more then I thought it would. For example, here is a portion of my Saturday thought processes:

Me: I want to go to a movie.

My Diseased-Wracked Body: But doesn't this couch look so much more comfortable?

Me: No, really, I kind of want to see Collateral, or maybe Spider-man 2 in IMAX.

My D-WB: But your head feels sooo heavy and your bed looks soooo comfortable.

Me: But it's so pretty outside, the sun is shining and the sky is clear and I want to do something!

My D-WB: Just sleep first. Mmmmm, bed.

Me: *snore*

So, yes, despite my valiant efforts I wasn't able to focus on much of anything this weekend, except the Olympics. I watched tennis, people, for hours on end, it's disturbing in retrospect;-).

Anyway, back on top today. I work and then I'm off to see the Sarah MacLachlan concert at the Palace tonight. Wheee!

Learned a valuable lesson last night, do not go out and do anything social with one's siblings, especially if said sibling is of the opposite gender and the social event is with people who are primarily his friends and unknown to you.

For some strange reason I decided that going to a barbeque with The Big Lug and a bunch of people from the young single adult church he goes to was an okay idea. And the barbeque was. It was just the 'hanging-out-with-buddies' part and the 'going-to-pizzaria-at-midnight' part that weren't as entertaining. I'm old, I need my sleep;-). And when surrounded by young college co-eds I feel my age even more. Oy, get me a walking cane and a rocking chair on the porch, I'm done;-).

I did call Erin in Seattle at midnight (my time) and had a nice little conversation with her. I don't believe my exhausted ramblings made much sense, but I'm not worried, she's an expert in translating Sleep-deprived!Megan.

My throat hurts, that's strange.