Ladies and gents, I am sick as a damn dog. There's some sort of plague circulating around the office where I work, and as usual, I managed to stave it off until, you know, the last possible second. I think I was sick around Thanksgiving time last year, but at least this is just a cold with congestion and the usual hacking up a lung. I'm fairly confident I don't have H1N1 like my OM had last week. He caught it from his kid, who transferred it to his wife and he had the brains to COME TO WORK WITH IT. I'm not bedridden or feverish or anything like that, so I think I just caught the sinus funk that Kim had. I feel all right, save for the hacking and the snot.

This weekend, needless to say, involved a lot of lying stagnant on the couch and watching movies all day. Yesterday, there was a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon on, so that was fun. Friday night, I watched The Green Mile and remembered how remarkably sad and how MUCH of a good movie it was. IMHO, while he isn't one of my absolute FAVORITE actors, Tom Hanks absolutely shines in this movie. I think it's his best, second only to Forrest Gump.

OH AND PERCY, THAT LITTLE SHIT. I think I forgot how much of a pretty little bastard he is and how much I hatehatelovehate his character. On one hand, I can appreciate, in a sense, his character--the dark sense of madness, that genuinely mean streak that he possesses, his ability to just be a VINDICTIVE little fucker and try to threaten and pout his way out of facing the consequences of his (usually heinous) actions. Halfway into the thing, you just want to throttle him. Doug Hutchison did a fantastic job with Percy's character, and the way his petite little self fits into a prison guard's uniform is just WRONG, I tell you. WRONG. You shouldn't look at a self-serving, malicious bastard like Percy and go "Aw." I feel dirty. LOL.

Also, after watching "House on Haunted Hill" AND the POTC trilogy, I've come to the conclusion that Geoffrey Rush is a god. XD

Whilst I've been delirious and hopped up on cold medications, I've learned that being delirious and semi-jacked up on Tylenol has actually helped my brain in working on your holiday requests. How odd is that? Also, it's seemed to take my muses to some VERY odd (and slightly disturbing) places. Some part of my subconscious wants to write Misfits slash where Doyle is either a vampire (no, not a bloody sparkling one) or a zombie, and somehow Michale finds out. It's all fun and games until you discover your lover is undead and needs the blood of humans to survive. Awk-waaaard.

Aaaanyhoo. Just wanted to tell everyone I was alive and barely kicking. In other news, Twinings' Christmas tea is delightful and is helping me through this ordeal.

LOVE YOU ALL. <3

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