I am all the sick. All of it. But I am at work! Due to some incidents last week that made me think possibly my boss thinks I am malingering. Plus, I'm apparently well enough to function here, so there's that anyhow.

These next two weeks are the WEEKS OF DEADLINE. Dead Isle starts posting on Friday, the same day I have a research report due, and I have to whip one, possibly two plays into shape to submit by May 4th to the theatre company I did dramaturgy for earlier in the year. Technically the Roman Porn is due on the 15th, but I'm trying to get it done by the first so I can edit it before I shove it in someone's face. Needs more porn, or at least hotter porn than what's there now.

Did I mention I'm sick?

Lukewarm 7-up is most of what's keeping me alive. I went to bed at 7pm and woke up at 5am. All Adventur has been suspended until I can do more than drag my ass to work, drag it home again, and lie in bed watching trashy television.

I did name my "Advil Sinus and a shot of Nyquil" cocktail, though, thanks to harkpad02. It's called the Intercrural Orgasm. Not as nice as most, but it gets the job done all the same.