Huzzah! The comics shop across the street has finally started stocking new stuff! The store isn’t very large, so the selection isn’t fantastic, but I get what I need. Today I just picked up the new issue of Astonishing X-Men, despite the new issues of Fables and Runaways enticing me from the shelves, urging me to get through the Fables trades and start feeling the Brian K. Vaughn love.

Of course, I’m trying to keep distractions and temptations to a minumum. Next week is going to be one of those “magnet” times, where just about every class has something due.

Monday I have a math homework due and a quiz, but the past homework has been coming fairly easily for me, and I believe I won’t have a problem being prepared.

Tuesday, I’m giving a short talk about my summer internship experience to the Siggraph kidlets.

Wednesday, I have a Physics quiz, plus the hefty amount of weekly reading for my Fairytales class (we’re on Snow White, and we’re reading Snow, Glass, Apples, among other stories).

Thursday, I have my first film paper, which is getting off to a great start. Thursday is also Neil Gaiman and John Hodgman day, and while I’m definitely going to have to miss Math, I’m fairly sure I can still attend film class and get to New York in time to guarantee a seat.

Friday, I have my first assignment for Computer Graphics, which is going to be a real challenge. I’ll definitely have to bring my laptop to the Hodgman/Gaiman event.

Saturday is PhauxCon, and I’m doing a brief talk on Jim Butcher’s books.

My dream last night? House, Cuddy, and the Mary Sue vs. Zombies. Sometimes, the world reminds you just how full of awesome it can be. Another reminder is this Mal/Simon fanfid to “Gay Bar.” Not quite as awesome as the truly glorious Bush and Blair Gay Bar vid, but still hilarious.

So, the plot of my dream?
House (minus the limp), Cuddy, and the MS were playing ping pong, and then they realized that they were playing in a makeshift morgue where a lot of bodies were being stored. These bodies had died of some form or intense radiation or perhaps a highly contagious, disfiguring virus. Then the bodies started glowing red and moving around, so the three tried to escape. All the door exits were sealed, so they jumped into a convenient dumbwaiter, which went down at least 50 floors. They ended up in a cozy den-like room, and after they checked it was zombie-free, they took a nap. They woke up to knocking at the door, which turned out to be the MS’s parents. They gathered up their previously nonexistent bedrolls and changed clothes. The MS donned my DMD “Norm as Mr. T” shirt.

All seemed okay until they discovered MS’s parents were zombie spies and were taking them to this big zombie warehouse. MS was taken captive, but House and Cuddy escaped. But then Cuddy, clearly under the influence of some dark zombie compulsion, walked straight into an ornamental pond and never resurfaced. House was still being chased, so he couldn’t stop to try to save Cuddy. He managed to evade his captors and leave the zombie-controlled compound, and he started down the unfamiliar country road outside in search of a safe place. But inevitably, a couple hundred feet down the road, he ran into a zombie jogger, and I woke up.

In other news, I am Logic Lady! Leaping to tall conclusions with a single inference! Of course, I’m not sure how credible this test result is in the face of my dream last night, but oh well. :D

You Are Incredibly Logical

Move over Spock – you’re the new master of logic
You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.
A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!

Renata linked me to this conversation between Stephin Merritt and Lemony Snicket, and also this interview with Tori Amos. Bwee, Tori is a Doctor Who fan! *brain explodes*

And even more brilliant, the best Harry Potter-inspired song since “Hedwig’s Theme Rocked Out”: Hey, It’s Can(n)on. Inspired by the revelation that Hermione’s birthday is also Talk Like a Pirate Day. Go listen now, it’s hilarious! Thanks to Moony for the tip.

And if it’s still up by the time you see this link, check out Weird Al’s hilarious music video for “White and Nerdy.”

I think an amusing yet esoteric slogan for a shirt would be “Harry Whittington Shot First.” I also think a great name for a dessert at a politically-charged event would be “Heckuva Job” Brownies.

I am a terrible person.

(Another great shirt would be “All I need to know about sex I learned from”, inspired by a recent entry in Renata’s blog)

P.S. Renata = HOTT. With two Ts, as is customary.

They kept me for 2 1/2 hours. During that time, I was swabbed, stabbed repeatedly, and asked to urinate. I have a slight fever (99.0), but I definitely don’t have strep, anemia, or low blood sugar, and they dismissed the e-coli theory. I’ll find out about the mono test Wednesday. They also gave me an antibiotic cream to put on my infected ear.

In the meantime, I admire the fashionable band-aids on my three stuck fingers and my inner arm. The nurses had just gotten in some new finger pricking devices and a new Rapid Mono test (which they were using alongside the conventional Mono blood test to see if they were accurate enough for general use), and I got to be the first guinea pig for them both. For the first fingerstick, the nurse didn’t stick me hard enough, and by the time she was ready for the second test, she wasn’t able to get enough blood. Then there came finger stick #2. Then I sat around and waited for the results of those tests, and when they came up negative, they had to test me for mono. Finger stick #3, and also vein blood draw. Of course, because the Rapid Mono test was so new, the nurses ended up going through three of them on me because they were never sure if they had enough blood. Eventually, rather than prick a fourth finger, they dripped some of the blood they drew from the vein on the tester. And it turns out none of them even worked. The poor nurses were so sweet about it and kept apologizing, and I laughed along with them to let them know I didn’t blame them and there were no hard feelings.

On the upside, the strange and interesting new plant in the nurse’s office is looking significantly bigger and more robust than when I first came in.

I’m feeling or or less fine now, barring a sore throat, a light cough, and a runny nose. I bought enough Vitamin C drops and supplements to keep the entire cast of Pirates of the Caribbean antiscurvylicious for at least a decade. Now we just have to get Ko well again, so she doesn’t give me anything else! *hearts*

I’m feeling significantly better this morning. I guess 11 hours of sleep often has that effect. I feel like my throat has been blasted with sandpaper and I’m subsequently popping cough drops like House pops Vicodin, but at least I’m not all pale and pukey anymore. *knocks on wood*

I’d already told my Math TA that I probably wouldn’t be going to recitation this morning, so I going to go to a recitation on Wednesday and to Student Health this morning. I want to make sure there’s nothing more sinister at work. Last night was not something I’d like to repeat.

Edit: Made an appointment for 10:15! And just about time, too. My stomach is starting to bother me again.

Ko and I are both sick. I feel like death warmed over. Except how I often get the chills, so maybe I feel like leftover death in the refridgerator. In cheap tupperware. I spent most of the day feeling achy and like my body was full of gunk, as though my body needed a metaphorical oil change. I took a three-hour nap, and I woke up feeling worse. I tried to eat a few spoonfuls of chicken soup, but that just made me feel nauseated.

And now, even the most basic exertions leave me feeling faint. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be attending tomorrow’s math recitation, so I went to drop off my homework at my partner’s room. I walked down a short hall, got in the elevator, walked down another short hall, and then back, and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. I thought I was going to at best throw up, and at worst faint. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was sheet white. Even my lips were white. My differential self-diagnosis included albinism.

Please send healthful vibes my way. If I die, Renata gets my action figures. I insist that the Dead Parrot sketch be read at my funeral.