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 Fanfiction.net”, 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.

Whee, we’ve got cover art! White Night, ninth novel of the Dresden Files. Will it deal with the White Court? The White Council? The Knights of the Cross, given Butcher’s predilection for puns? How would you know, only like four people that read my blog have read the series! And that’s gotta change. *eyes you significantly and directs you to the first book in the series*

Anyway, I’ve got my hands on Lemony Snicket’s The Beatrice Letters, the fifth Artemis Fowl book, and the remaining trades of the graphic novel series Fables. So much awesome to balance with so much reading required for my Feminist Fairytales class. Which is awesome as well, but nevertheless very abundant. Coupled with Calc, this semester seems like it’s going to be a lot more time-intensive than previous semesters.

Why am I the only person that speaks up in my Calculus III class? I can’t be the only one that has questions. The professor called me “observant,” though. Not bad for my first day of that class.

Anyway, tonight I and a partner spent four hours working on problems for a FRACTION of our math assignment. We did about two-thirds of set 8.2, and we have to do sets 8.1 and 8.3 for Monday as well. I’m going to love this class, I can tell.