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International Old Ben Day XXVI
Sep. 12th, 2005 11:08 amTwenty six years ago today, I was dragged out into the harsh lights of a hospital - very chubby, making lots of noise, and allergic to half the things on the planet. At least a few of these things have changed over the past decades...
I spent the first half of my weekend getting sick & miserable, making some phonecalls and text messages, and feeling down 'cause no-one replied. Then I grew up a little, realised that nobody else gets maudlin over a goddamn phone, and snapped out of it. Have to remember that other people have their own reasons for avoiding contact. I give no guarantees of rational thought when I have a head full of goo, though.
Unfortunately, I've landed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aeliel's virus... although I don't intend to miss a whole week of work, as I'm carefully tweaking my immune system to be as toxic as possible for any upstart microorganisms. Scorch the earth, salt the fields, and never surrender. When it works, I have a decent immune system. I intend to get it back up and running as soon as I can. Death to the invaders!
Caught up with some of the WATT (40k) crew over at Collingwood College on Sunday - still feeling quite groggy, but I crushed some orks in the club's campaign. Three games, and only one enemy model left on the table after the flames of the Inquisition. It's such a nice change playing the "good guys" for a change :) Setting fire to the Planetary Guard in Round #1? Ah, they were probably heretics, anyway. While getting some lunch in the school's Spring Fair, I heard the familiar sound of the Brandragon Morris Dancers out the front of the school. Small world innit?
I'm home sick today. I didn't get to bed until after midnight, and somehow woke up at 4am - haven't been back to sleep since. Thankyou to Anna and Lauren though - getting birthday messages out of the blue made my day :)
Right - back to the ginger and lemon tea.
I spent the first half of my weekend getting sick & miserable, making some phonecalls and text messages, and feeling down 'cause no-one replied. Then I grew up a little, realised that nobody else gets maudlin over a goddamn phone, and snapped out of it. Have to remember that other people have their own reasons for avoiding contact. I give no guarantees of rational thought when I have a head full of goo, though.
Unfortunately, I've landed
aeliel's virus... although I don't intend to miss a whole week of work, as I'm carefully tweaking my immune system to be as toxic as possible for any upstart microorganisms. Scorch the earth, salt the fields, and never surrender. When it works, I have a decent immune system. I intend to get it back up and running as soon as I can. Death to the invaders!Caught up with some of the WATT (40k) crew over at Collingwood College on Sunday - still feeling quite groggy, but I crushed some orks in the club's campaign. Three games, and only one enemy model left on the table after the flames of the Inquisition. It's such a nice change playing the "good guys" for a change :) Setting fire to the Planetary Guard in Round #1? Ah, they were probably heretics, anyway. While getting some lunch in the school's Spring Fair, I heard the familiar sound of the Brandragon Morris Dancers out the front of the school. Small world innit?
I'm home sick today. I didn't get to bed until after midnight, and somehow woke up at 4am - haven't been back to sleep since. Thankyou to Anna and Lauren though - getting birthday messages out of the blue made my day :)
Right - back to the ginger and lemon tea.
