Crash

[raven]

I don't know if anyone was actually expecting an update from me yesterday - well, I was expecting one from myself, and people were expecting a mash-slash challenge, and for that I am truly sorry. The explanation for my relative absence is actually quite simple. I'm dead.

You know what I mean. Becca spent the whole of yesterday rhapsodising about going home, because she was struggling under the onset of a lovely September cold, and while I was in close proximity to a whole lot of people coughing and clutching their heads, I thought I'd be fine. I wasn't.

I haven't crashed like that for a long time. To make things worse, my family had dragged me out to dinner with a family friend, and I was just... gone. Half-dead. I had a headache, sore throat and disintegrating metatarsals. I still have all those things, but I'm not falling asleep any more. I've never been happier to get to bed.

I suppose I ought to be feeling sorry for myself at the moment, but I actually feel quite comfortable. It's a lovely morning, my parents and grandmother have gone out, and I even got a postcard - it's from cucharita when she was in Shetland. I have some work to do ("Identify the main features of Thatcher's government") but not much, and I can crawl back to bed if and when I feel like, so life is good on those fronts.

There is even stuff to eat in the fridge.

Comments

[language-idling.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you've got Moony to look after you.:D He's good at that. Don't let him try to force too much chocolate on you.

I hope you feel better soon!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

He is very good at looking after people. Rather a role reversal, I feel, but he's been very sweet and besides, I won't say no to chocolate... :)