sick... but happy

Yep. Definitely sick. *glares up at the cold virus plushie sitting in front of my printer* Everything is icky right now... head, throat, ears, nose... damn but it's so cute when it's not me who's sick! :-)

On a happier note... I watched Emma tonight. I saw it way back in 1997 or 1998 I think but it was very nice to see it again. It's a good movie... only made better by sexy Ewan. Not to mention sexy singing Ewan! *drool* Lovely :-)

And on a MUCH happier note: The Lightning won the Stanley Cup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Their first EVER win! Whoohoo!!! They played SO well tonight, beating out probability and really showing their strengths. Was sad for the Flames and Canada... for a few minutes. But was great to see the Bolts' captain get the cup just as he's retiring. That's always great to see! And they all really deserved it. And it just goes to show my division of hockey isn't worthless after all! YAY! GO TAMPA BAY!!!!!!
*ahem* Okay, now I can go back to hating them for what they did to my Capitals. Grrr!

Ug... sneezing again... happiness is short-lived, it seems. But, yeah, twas a great hockey game, and even better since the boys I wanted to win actually won.

Growl

You know, I don't mind being sick. I really don't. Not saying it's terribly romantic or that I don't feel miserable, because I definitely do... but it's good inspiration, it is. Apart from the part where my family's around.

Family seems to have no bloody problem listening or watching me suffer- which is just fine with me, it's not like I expect anything from them in the way of sympathy, which is why I probably turned out to be the nursemaid type :-) But here I am lying in bed trying to sleep (yeah, right, sleep? What's that again? Haven't seen it in days!) And Mother comes in to complain that I bloody missed the trash can (in my own bdroom) with a few tissues. Okay, this makes NO sense to me. They complain I take too much time when I refuse to set the table without washing my hands first and then lecture me about letting a bloody trash can overflow? LMAO! They apparently don't mind me hacking up a lung in front of them and then handing them food but leaving a couple tissues around in a room they don't go into? Um. Yeah. I think I'll stick with fiction. People seem a whole lot more sane in sneezefics *sigh*

Besides, both Remus and Obi have been cooperating marvelously with me today on that front.

Ugh. If only my minifridge wasn't in storage and I had a private bath. Then I could avoid them completely. I *so* miss having my own place. It's so much easier to feel properly miserable when there aren't people yelling at you to clean up and making you feel guilty...