urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire The Journal of Seanan McGuire Seanan McGuire 2010-11-05T19:15:04Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire:288798 2010-11-05T19:15:04Z 2010-11-05T19:15:04Z Racheal Sage, "Leah." So my "little cold" turned quickly into "my big cold," and from there turned into my "oh sweet Great Pumpkin, let me die" cold. Isn't the human body awesome? I have treated it, thus far, with chicken soup and television, including a multi-hour <i>House</i> marathon. No matter what I've got, they've got something worse!<br /><br />The cats, self-centered beasts that they are, love-love-love it when I have a cold that requires me to stay at home, crumbled under fluffy blankets and yearning for death. Why? Because it means I don't move much, and am, instead, available for endless petting of the cats. This is exactly how the world is meant to be...at least if you're asking the cats. I do love my cats. That's why they are not yet mittens.<br /><br />(I'm getting my revenge, actually. I'm making them eat their Science Diet. They <i>hate</i> Science Diet. Mwahahahahahaha.)<br /><br />The nice thing about a cold, for me, is that I get to spend the night sleeping the deep sleep of the Q-dosed heart, with its attendant, incredibly vivid dreams. I went to the premiere of the <i>Feed</i> movie last night in my sleep, you guys, and it was totally awesome. So hey, there's something to be said for viral amplification, right? Right?<br /><br />Okay, writing this has exhausted me. I'm going to go watch more <i>House</i>.