When I cough, it takes me several minutes to catch my breath. I trail wadded up tissues behind me as I stumble about it my ratty old plaid robe and lobster slippers. The cat runs away from me, and then curls up on top of me to keep me warm. I am so sick it disgusts me. Also, I just want to say that I always feel like when I start a playlist and name it after what I want to call a fic, that the fic is half way written, but let me tell you all that this go around, I have a playlist and a title and not even one line of fic. My playlist+idea=fic equation is falling apart.
But BSG is on tonight, and I may do a post of stories I will never finish and soon I'm going to go out and have delicious foods. I suppose there is no reason to despair.