Head in the Dead

Heh. The title of today's post reminds me of a certain DnD flaw.

So seeing as I'm sick, tired, and... I'm trying to think of a really nasty description of my head right now, but I can't. My head is too whatever it is to figure out what to call whatever my head is. So yeah. Imagine I said something entirely convincing that my head is so very whatever it is that whatever my head is makes normal heads that are whatever my head is (which is to say heads that are whatever my head is, that are normally not whatever my head is, but are currently in a normal level of whatever my head is) look like whatever they normally look like and not whatever my head is.

So yeah. I'm pretty sure I'm caught up to whatever level of work I need to be caught up to. I'm just sick. Terribly sick. I'm so sick that I can't sleep, which is, as I'm sure you can understand, distressing. Also, thanks to Cole and Arras, I'm very tempted to start watching Helsing.

Seriously. Every time I exhale, I feel like my breath should be VISIBLE... and green.

What else... There were a BUNCH of things that I should have written down here, only I never did. Now they're lost to the ages. Sads.