Aw, hell. Have some kind of stomach flu. (Actually, I think it was the stupid pizza I had last night, but we'll call it "stomach flu.") Have been up since three in the morning (yes, that's something like eight hours now) being sick and having weird dreams. Ughhhhh. And it's the kind of upset stomach that has that really dangerous feeling to it--like you're afraid to get comfortable, because you might have to leap up at any moment. Fnarrrrrrrr.
I have several things to journal about, including some adventures at the mall yesterday and a few sad things as well, but... blarrrrrrg.
Wow, I feel like shit. Have been comatose most of the afternoon. And I'm so mad, too, because I have a huge Milton thing due Tuesday, and I don't have time for this.
(Thanks for all the well-wishes, guys. I'm up for a brief email break and I'm reading all of them before I crawl back into bed.)
"So," I said, "word on the street is that there's some hot soup downstairs." Mom confirmed that there was, in fact, a giant pot of freshly homemade vegetable soup on the burner. She usually does large cooking on Saturdays--soup, spaghetti sauce, chili, etc.--to freeze for the rest of the week, so that's not unusual. Then I saw a cheeseball and triscuits laid out next to the soup bowls for dinner and I thought, This is football food. Is there a football game on? Something about... an iron bowl? Hmm. So I dished up some soup and fished up extra chunks of potato, as is my wont, and made some cheese toast and beat a slow, dizzy retreat back to my room.
I kept up/down/in some saltines and peanut butter this afternoon, so I'm optimistic about the soup and toast. I drifted in and out of
a coma sleep this afternoon, and when I woke up a couple of hours ago I felt way feverish, but my temperature was normal. I've cooled down since--I mostly just feel incredibly weak now. I'm hoping that a meal bordering on actual food will make me feel better.
I would really like to lay in bed and watch a movie tonight, but I'm not sure I can stay awake. Also, I would like it to be a really bad cheesy movie, like an old Hammer movie or a black-and-white MST3K episode. Have they put any of the Mike Nelson eps on DVD? I didn't get to watch the show until it hit the Sci-Fi Channel, so I've never actually seen any of the Joel eps. I'm sure they're hilarious, if not more so, but they don't have the comfort-food quality of stuff I've seen a hundred times, like Leech Woman or The Thing That Could Not ("Would Not?") Die, or I Was a Teenage Werewolf. Man, the last ten minutes of the first hour of I Was a Teenage Werewolf used to make me cry with laughter, for some reason.
(Random thought: I've asked for Poe's Haunted CD for my birthday, but until I get it, I have the title song on MP3, and I really wish I had a copy that just stopped at 4:45, because I really, really do not like all the weird voices at the end.)
So. I'm going back to bed now. I have a ton of things I need to do, and after that, I have a ton of things I'd like to do, but... *flop*.