I mean physically, not just mentally. The horrible stomach-y bits are over, or seem to be. Now I'm just blowing my nose and wheezing.
Don't got much to say, except "howdy, y'all!" And for your viewing enjoyment, I present:
Just because it's so beautifully done. The very height of steampunkery, for my money . . . not that I paid any :D
I'd fit in much better on an airship than I ever will in an office.
Had a godsmack of an idea for a short story on the way to work Thursday morning. Worked on it between calls all day and Friday, late into the night, despite my viral subversion. It's a romantic comedy about the Antichrist. I think it's going well. Should be editing it now, but I'm exhausted. Laundry will have to wait till tomorrow, or possibly next week.
Chores, bleh. Library. Groceries. All obligations out of the way of me and twelve solid hours of sleep . . . typing is hard when I have attention span of--ooh! Shiny--
"No horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace." --HP Lovecraft