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Archive for August, 2007

Still home sick today – my cough has escalated a bit, so I’m REALLY not moving much today.

Thankfully, SciFi is doing a Series One Doctor Who marathon until two. So that’ll keep me occupied. Good thing – I can’t go near my supermarket because right next door they’re doing American Idol tryouts.

No. Really.

*sigh*

My little treat to myself (and my ‘puter) came yesterday… I haven’t hooked it up yet, but I seriously can’t wait. And yes, it’s complete, utterly dorky. But practical – my iPod won’t be plugged into my ‘puter via a cord near the floor anymore where the cats will think it’s a dangle toy. It can safely sit on my desk.

I am a geek. A seriously sad geek.

But it lights up and makes sound and everything!!!

*ahem*

Anyway, here are the answers to the Thursday Thirteen. Laughing Muse? I’m very impressed.

1) Contact
2) Princess Bride
3) Young Frankenstein
4) Firefly/Serenity
5) Star Wars
6) Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade
7) Field of Dreams
Casanova
9) A Christmas Story
10) Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl
11) The Goonies
12) Ghostbusters
13) Logan’s Run

- Mel.

So… on Day Three of the unexplained cough from nowhere, I decided to stay home to tend to this thing. It kept me up for the better half of the night. Lots of tossing and turning. Bleh.

The thing is, I have a long and annoying history with bronchitis that lasts for months. Not weeks… months. My dad used to drug me up on codeine to try to calm the cough, and THAT wouldn’t do it. So when I start getting a random cough that’s predominantly dry and hacking, I start getting a bit paranoid. Especially when I’m in the very plausible “I could still be dealing with this late September” range.

I’m not a hypochondriac by any means – except when it comes to bronchitis. I’ve had enough days of lying on the couch winded with bruised lungs from pain in the past, thanks. I’ll be overly cautious here. The kicker is that other than feeling drained from all the coughing, I feel okay. My sinuses are clear. I’ve had a couple small bouts of fever here and there, I think. But I just SOUND bad. Bad enough that I was getting some annoyed “god, stay home if you have the plague” looks on the train last night.

*sigh* So yeah, preventative sick day.

So after sleeping an extra hour this morning, I came back downstairs to my still delightfully warm cup of hot coffee, and flipped on the TV. Ooh… X-Files. Sick day with X-Files on SciFi. I can do this. Oh, but it’s the damn Chupa-thingy episode. *sigh* Why is it always the crappy episodes that show on sick days?

Dammit.

Still, it’s being filtered with a ton of ads for Doctor Who tomorrow night. At least I know the show’s actually being advertised now.

In any case, while I will be resting, I’ll make the day somewhat productive too. The key is to do stuff that won’t require me to be physically active, because that’s when I really start to cough. So it’s a day where I find things that can be done sitting down. I have a ton of various paper to get through & shred (old bills, etc.) that can be done easily while I stay relatively still. And since Victory over Japan Day on Monday has delayed our trash pickup until tomorrow, I can get it into recycling immediately.

I’m going to push to finish something for the Anywhere but Cardiff ficathon so I can send it to beta. Anyone available for some draft reading this weekend if I get it to you? I figure if I at least get the first portion of it posted for the ficathon, I’ll be happy. But I am really going to push to finish it so it doesn’t become another floating unfinished WiP.

Soniced_Up sent me Chapter 3 of her fic to beta. I’ll most likely work on that today so I can turn it right back around. by the weekend. She has an interesting idea going for her ficathon piece, IMHO. I’m interested to see where it’s going.

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Thanks to everyone who replied to me about my wedding ranting yesterday (mostly over on LJ). I do appreciate it, and I’m relieved to hear that while I may be a bit whiney and crabby about all of this, I’m not being a bridezilla. I haven’t replied to everyone basically because I got busy yesterday, and then last night was just drained due to this cough. But I do need to get back to people’s comments all over the place now.

Erich has been doing an awesome job of tracking down our missing RSVPs. He’s whittled the list down by about half already. As of last count, I think he said we have about 20 more people to track down for answers. Which is awesome, because between the two of us we have about a half-dozen people who have become bigger parts of our lives since the original invite list was put together, and we want to have the room to invite them. AND… my aunt asked yesterday if my cousin can bring her boyfriend (which I said I’d get back to her on, depending on what the headcount is).

Now I just need my parents to return my calls so we can get the transportation issues solved – and in my dad’s case, hear from him on my proposed father-daughter song so I can get the list to the DJ and strike THAT off my list.

I may whine about this wedding planning, but I am still plodding along. Slowly but surely.

Today, just a bit slower than other days.

If I don’t do these lists on Wednesday night, I always forget.

For this week’s Thursday Thirteen, I’ll be listing thirteen quotations from some of my favorite movies. No two quotes are from the same movie.

Can you guess them?

1) “Dad, do you think there’s people on other planets?” “I don’t know, Sparks. But I guess I’d say if it is just us… seems like an awful waste of space.”

2) “What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night… in… eel-infested waters… “

3) “Put… ze candle… *back*! “

4) “I’ll be in my bunk.”

5) “Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh… everything’s perfectly all right now. We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?”

6) “The hell you will. He’s got a two day head start on you, which is more than he needs. Brody’s got friends in every town and village from here to the Sudan, he speaks a dozen languages, knows every local custom, he’ll blend in, disappear, you’ll never see him again. With any luck, he’s got the grail already.”

7) “You know we just don’t recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. Back then I thought, well, there’ll be other days. I didn’t realize that that was the only day. “

“You don’t have to go into detail. I’d appreciate it if you kept it clean.” “That leaves about three pages.”

9) “I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed.”

10) “But why is the rum gone?”

11) “Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog… When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out… But the worst thing I ever done – I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa – and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.”

12) “Ray. If someone asks if you are a god, you say, “yes!” “

13) “There… is… no… sanctuary. “

In bed last night, Erich turned to me and said point blank, “We’re getting married in 40 days.”

And my stomach flipped over. Both in excitement and dread.

Mostly in dread.

I’m getting really sick of the dread. I’m getting married. I should be happy. I should be all girly and giggly and bouncing.

And I’m not. Instead, I’m angry and crazy and absolutely bone-numblingly exhausted. I’ve gone beyond the point of exhaustion and frustration with everything where I could allow myself a good cry to let things out (been there, done that… like, a dozen times. It doesn’t help).

And I feel really, really guilty for it. Because it’s making me kick myself and question whether I’m being selfish or unappreciative that my parents are essentially paying for 90% of this shindig and becoming the bridezilla that I vowed I would. not. become.

And on top of everything, the stress and frustration has now been developing into somatic symptoms – I’ve had intestinal issues for over three weeks. Two days ago I developed one of my dreaded bronchitis coughs. And with the last two weeks having been slammed with work insanity, I’m now frantically trying to get hairstyle planning done five weeks out from this whole thing. Erich has thankfully taken on the task of contacting our massive RSVP no-show list, because honestly? I just can’t handle it anymore.

And I’m resenting every moment of the stress. Absolutely RESENTING it.

This is not good.

/completely cranky, exhausted bridezilla rant