When real things happen to imaginary people

I am now well enough to take a shower and feel worn out afterward. I am well enough that I am OH MY GOD SO DONE with being sequestered on the couch, but if I get up to Do Stuff, I become very tired and woozy. Yes, staxxy, I know that feeling better is not the same as entirely well. I'm still going to sulk about it.

Oh! For those of you who wanted to know what the KIB balm I mentioned was: staxxy makes a fantastic balm named Kiss It Better that works very well on sore muscles, headaches, cramps, scrapes, burns ... look, it's a miracle in a jar, and I have a stockpile. Stax, I can't remember if you have a post explaining about it, because I am fuzzy-brained at the moment.

My vague plan for today involved possibly cutting out a skirt and doing some sewing. After my lovely, but very tiring, shower, I suspect that I need to abandon that vague plan. Maybe I can do some hand-sewing project while flopped on the Couch of Sequestering. Hmmph.

Firstly, a link for you people. The sweet girl who is writing the Gothic Charm School fanfic has put it up on her myspace in her blog: http://www.facebook.com/l/a5a16;Myspace.com/juliet1818

I'm still just tickled by the notion of GCS fanfic. But then, I don't have fourth wall issues AND have accepted that I'm somewhat of a cartoon character. (But thank goodness it's G-rated! No, I DON'T want to read R-rated (or stronger!) fic featuring myself, thanks.)

I have to admit, I have, off and on through the years, toyed with the notion of writing GCS novels. You know, some sort of YA series about the students of Gothic Charm School, what it's like to attend it, wacky hijinks galore. But I always realize that I'd need to write a highly-caricatured version of myself, and that would lead straight to the special hell of Mary Sue-ism. ::shudder::

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So anyway, the plague. On the plus side, I don't ache AS much as I did yesterday, and I feel a bit better. On the minus side, I'm still coughing, I'm incredibly tired, and moving off of the couch makes me dizzy. The Stroppy One still shows no signs of succumbing to whatever this is, thank goodness. Both of us being sick would be awful and unbearable.

How are all of you folks doing? I do like all the comments; they make me feel less isolated here on the plague couch.

The Closet Culling Sale is being POSTPONED.

Those allergies I've been fighting off? Weren't allergies. I appear to have some form of flu. Local folks, consider myself and the Stroppy One quarantined. (EDITED TO ADD: The Stroppy One is NOT showing any signs of being unwell. But he's not going to go do any socializing, just in case.)

Dammit, dammit, dammit. As soon as I'm well, the clothing sale will happen.