And here we go again...

[calime]

Hmph. I am NOT amused. The rat under the ribcage has returned. Or, well, like I was afraid of, the latest high-fever virus has managed to piss off my myocardium. I am not happy. The cardiologist called me 'borderline recidive' *snickers* which at least has a nicely sinister ring to it. Just, well, that means copious ibuprofen consumption (I can see yoghurt consumption rising exponentially), familiar little red pills (only now they're pink, and I don't even get to choose between a red or a blue pill...*snh*) and two weeks with serious exhortation to do nothing. Don't imagine my workplace will be glad, but then, it's not as if I can do anything about it.
Well, I'll be laying around here, then, spitting on the ceiling, after I've managed to shake that bone-deep tiredness. It's god at least that it's not a fullblown myocarditis yet, and if I can do anything about it, it will not become one either. I had quite enough the first time, thank you.
That also means my picfor1000 story is going to be late... at first I had zero inspiration, and then I was sick. And now I have not only an idea, but the story is writing itself in my head, but I still have to get it written out of my head *g* and betaed. When I'm less tired, I guess.
Finished watching new dr Who 1st season and started on Torchwood. I can see why one could get fannish about Jack Harkness. Mmm. Cute. My youngest cat has decided to approve, sitting in front of the computer screen and patting captain Jack tenderly with a paw. Heck if I know why.

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[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Kitten has a specific taste, it seems.

[calime]

Maybe:)