The bunnies are talking...

YouSendIt has started to hate me and not let me download things. This is very sad :(

*thinks should really do something*

*also thinks 'meh'*

*debates posting icon post to SGA noticeboard*

*still has 31 masturbation fics to write*

*wonders if this post will contain any sentence not in asterisks*

*doubts it*

*...*

Voice going. Throat sore. Can't speak properly. Reduced to talking... like Shatner.

There's a massive thunderstorm happening outside, I'm meant to be going out for an Indian, and my bedroom is leaking. Again.

Woke up. Felt terrible. Went to work. Felt worse. Threw up. Came home. Went to bed.

Welcome to the scintillating world of Claire's day.

I was supposed to be going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with blackbeltbarbie tomorrow. However, since I can't even sit down for more than 5 minutes without my nose streaming and attempting to hack up a lung, I'm thinking it's a no. *sigh*

Poor Claire. No Johnny Depp for her.

Discovered last night that my head cold doesn't appreciate me trying to sleep and so made its best endeavours to keep me awake. Bleurgh. Cue me with very little sleep this morning and feeling like total crap. So, cue me staying at home.

Dear gods, I better be feeling better by Saturday.

Am ill *pout*

So the head cold of head colds decides to hit me three days before I'm due to head down to Birmingham Memorabilia. On top of that it starts raining on my way home and, even though I had an umbrella up, I still got soaked due to the rain being that really sneaky sort of rain which sneaks under your brolly and attacks you when you aren't looking.

However, the day is brightened when I get home by a postcard from cycnus39 (cow love!), and a sword that I had ordered both waiting for me.

But, am still ill.