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Apr. 7th, 2010 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksIt's possible that the horribleness I'm feeling is not, in fact, due to exploding tumors or evil mini-elves going medieval on my sinuses, but may be my body deciding it's tired of having behaved itself for 29-odd years and wants to rile my immune system up and manifest pollen allergies. Which - HOM-fuckin'-G body, you are made of minus win! If I go to my internist with this he's simply going to write me a script for Zyrtec and tell me to call it a day, so now I need to find a specialist who can definitely do some diagnostic work on me. The runny nose and mild sore throat? okay, possibly allergies. But the aching neck (just the left side) and the slight body aches that come and go? Those seem a little atypical to me. But, then again, this ain't my usual focus of practice.
I did make it out to the bookstore early this morning before the flora decided to get its natural groove on and potentially make my life a living hell (if that is the cause of my malaise). I picked up the new Dresden book, David Foster Wallace's essay collection Consider the Lobster, a book on writing (sigh), and Nell Painter's intriguing The History of White People. It wasn't until I got to checkout that I remembered I still have the massive latest Stephen King release waiting for me to tackle. I'm backlogged like whoa.
And now the (real) impetus of this post: Two lines that I've run across today that I've found awfully amusing (and also seem to prove my maturing stalled a decade ago):
1. From a Harry Potter story - "So I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm drinking butterbeer." God bless fanfic.
2. From the Jim Butcher forums, a poster's response to someone posting spoilers to the new book - "you unmitigated arse!"
Yes, I'm dropping the mic and walking away now. Or rolling over with tissues and water at the ready as the case may be.
I did make it out to the bookstore early this morning before the flora decided to get its natural groove on and potentially make my life a living hell (if that is the cause of my malaise). I picked up the new Dresden book, David Foster Wallace's essay collection Consider the Lobster, a book on writing (sigh), and Nell Painter's intriguing The History of White People. It wasn't until I got to checkout that I remembered I still have the massive latest Stephen King release waiting for me to tackle. I'm backlogged like whoa.
And now the (real) impetus of this post: Two lines that I've run across today that I've found awfully amusing (and also seem to prove my maturing stalled a decade ago):
1. From a Harry Potter story - "So I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm drinking butterbeer." God bless fanfic.
2. From the Jim Butcher forums, a poster's response to someone posting spoilers to the new book - "you unmitigated arse!"
Yes, I'm dropping the mic and walking away now. Or rolling over with tissues and water at the ready as the case may be.
