Still sick. Still whiny.

I slept 11 hours last night, and I'm still exhausted. I also feel like I've been beaten with sticks, I have a headache, and I'm slightly congested. In spite of all of this, I am hoping to drag my sickly self to dinner at ladymoira's tonight, because liver and onions (with homemade apple sauce for dessert) sounds really, REALLY good.

The Stroppy One (who is not sick, thank goodness) is off being a mighty hunter/gatherer, and will soon bring me back coffee, mac & cheese, soy chocolate pudding, and Market Spice Tea. Then I am going to indulge in comfort reading (Soulless by Gail Carriger or From Dust Returned by Ray Bradbury), comfort movies (Beetlejuice, most likely), and perhaps a very hot bath.

::whine whine whine I HATE BEING SICK I HAVE THINGS I NEED TO DO, DAMMIT whine whine whine::

When I'm sick, I window-shop

More than usual, I mean.

But good lord, I just found the next ring I want. Not that I can afford it, because in sterling silver it's nine hundred dollars. But it's a giant, locking poison ring. It comes with a tiny key to lock it! And it's made with topaz, which is my birthstone!

So, so pretty!





(Note to Self: you need an LJ icon of a photo of some of your rings, yes.)