  oh my GAWD. My voice is now completely gone, my ears keep on getting all stuffy and weird, so i have to do that weird jaw moving thing to unplug them, (think cow meets cud) and that generic nyquil stuff may be just causing me to have visions...visions of kicking Jacen's honky ass all around town.
Then again, he's not in town, so I might have to forgo the ass kicking. The nighttime cold/flu relief comes in a noxious "cherry" flavor. Yeah, cherry with a side of bitter death. It's awful, and it doesn't quite work, as i should be asleep right now, healing away, but instead, I'm awake, light headed and funky smelling. (the stuff had nothing to do with that; when I'm sick, i dislike being damp. ) And yet, I have this strange compulsion to drink more of it, you know, because maybe in a higher dose it will work, and not make me feel like a cartoon. But it tastes bad, and I couldn't possibly deal with more light headedness. So, in Chicago, i really noticed that the actors were beyond skinny. Rene Zellewigger had no breasts; Catherine Zeta-Jones' typically lovely curvy body was emaciated. I hope that it was because of the rigours of dancing or something, and they aren't planning on staying that way, because the sight of dancing skeletons is particularily vivid after seeing the show, and, well, drinking Cherry Flavored Generic Death In A Bottle. Keeping on the same tangent, Queen Latifah is a hot, hot woman. Like, smokin' hot. There were times, however, I really thought she was in danger of smothering in her own breasts.
Finished reading a Terry Practchett novel; it was good, read like a Douglas Adams on anphetamines. It was funny, and made sense after a fashion, and I have no doubt I'll forget every single solitary thing about it in two weeks time. I liked how it was written, but it was so ornate that it may have overwhelmed my brain. Will have to read more, and this one again to make individual images and events stick.
This is madness. I think, perhaps, I'll go to a doctor later today. Or not. I saw my doctor last semester more than I saw one of my buddies here. That can't be a good sign. Then again, neither are any of these symptoms that have persisted for five days. Eh. We'll see when I regain consciousness the next time, i suppose. 
