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I have laryngitis. Fuck. So I can't work, of course. I thought I could pull it off by talking from my very upper and lower registers, but that only worked for a short time and now I don't think I can even do that. I am so unhappy about this.

I made chicken soup from scratch, and it's okay, but I tossed in the egg noodles to boil for too long and it got all mushy :/ Next time, I use rice.


I had weird dreams:

I was in a museum of narrative. One exhibit was about dream narrative. It was several sets of rotating panels, and you could press each one and it would light up and arrange itself into the story you'd created so far, and then you could press another one that you thought might be related, and it would arrange itself next to it. There seemed to be three or four stories with three or four different protagonists, and they switched in and out of stories, and sometimes when you pressed one, the whole exhibit would rearrange itself. The other exhibit I remember was a very complex simulation where you played an evil stepmother in a fairy tale. No matter how you started out or what choices you made in the game, you would always end up losing.

i'm still sick.

Still sick. I have the whole day off, so it sucks that I'm too tired and lethargic to actually get anything done. I could clean, or fold my clothes, or try sewing, or make cookies, or work on my NaNo or my holiday gift exchange stories...but I'm way too blah to do any of that so I'll just lay here and watch TV and read blogs and mess around with Farmville instead. I can't even read. Actually concentrating on paper is giving me a headache.

I evaluated some poems for a friend last night. That was productive!

...oh, my sore throat has turned into a mucous-spewing cough. Great. Well, maybe taking a trip to the drugstore will give me a little bit of energy.