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I bought a supporting membership for Chicon 7 so I could nominate, read and vote for the Hugos this year! Nominations are due by the 11th, and I've sorted what I'm nomming for Best Novel, because novels are a thing that I actually read on a regular basis. When it comes to the various lengths of shorter fiction, zines, artists, editors, fan writers (apparently not the same as fanfic writers, alas), &c., I am essentially a blank slate. As, at the moment, is my ballot.

Feel free to recommend nominations for these categories! I will happily consider any suggestions and nominate things on your behalf.
mayhap: anthropomorphic rabbit with his head in his paws (mad tea party)
I went to my actual doctor on Wednesday to figure out what was wrong with me, because not only was I still coughing, but I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, and even I couldn't believe that this was a normal stage of recovery.

It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.

I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.

As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.

I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...

I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!

ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
mayhap: anthropomorphic rabbit with his head in his paws (mad tea party)
I went to my actual doctor on Wednesday to figure out what was wrong with me, because not only was I still coughing, but I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, and even I couldn't believe that this was a normal stage of recovery.

It turned out that I had (spoilers!) bronchitis. This was a relief at the time, because my hypochondriacal web browsing the night before was leading me to conclude that I either had contracted pneumonia, had asthma, like my grandfather and my brother and my aunt who was just recently diagnosed even though she must have had it all her life, or, of course, both, with the former triggering the latter in a neverending cycle of DOOM.

I was prescribed a course of antibiotics and, in a pleasant surprise, was not allergic to them. I also got my own albuterol inhaler, a taste, literally, of my brother's medicine. It was very slightly soothing to my unhappy bronchial tubes, and I suppose that I coughed slightly less and slept slightly more soundly than I would have without it.

As it was, I slept for practically five days straight. Gradually I was able to stay awake and focus for longer periods of time, working my way first through a stack of Baby-sitters Club books that my mom had picked up for me at a garage sale, conveniently placed by my bedside, and later through series three of New Who, watched with my mother and in the living room.

I have just now gotten back to the internets, sweet internets (skip=400, oy). See, there are computers at my parents house, but you have to sit up to use any of them and I really was not feeling up to that ...

I cannot say that I recommend bronchitis. Unless you have enemies, in which case I will recommend bronchitis to them and gladly!

ETA: Was there ever any good Master/Doctor fic written that any of you are aware of? I mean, those episodes were basically porn and I want more.
mayhap: Ryoma with a tennis racket (ready when you are)
Wow, I fail at updating so, so much. I'm not even entirely sure what I've been doing, because I certainly haven't been fulfilling my new year's resolution to review all the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic in fandoms beginning with the letters C-Z.

I had a most excellent birthday on Wednesday. Sam and Stan came over and made me curry for dinner and I trounced my brother's high score in Wii bowling so thoroughly that he will likely never recover (his all-time best after months of obsessive playing is 231; mine is 264).

Speaking of Stan, he found some sexy InuKai doujinshi open in a tab on my computer and was all, OMG you read gay porn on the interwebs!!1! To which my response was, well, yeah, I think that is the worst-kept secret in the universe, seeing as I have told you all about it repeatedly. But then he asked me if I could find him any good porn with Tezuka and Echizen and I blithely promised that I could and then I looked through my doujinshi folder and found nothing. I shook all the places on the internet that I could think of, and moths flew out.

I know some of you are TezuRyo fans. If you could point me in the direction of any hot TezuRyo doujinshi, the more explicit, the better, I would be eternally grateful!
mayhap: Ryoma with a tennis racket (ready when you are)
Wow, I fail at updating so, so much. I'm not even entirely sure what I've been doing, because I certainly haven't been fulfilling my new year's resolution to review all the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic in fandoms beginning with the letters C-Z.

I had a most excellent birthday on Wednesday. Sam and Stan came over and made me curry for dinner and I trounced my brother's high score in Wii bowling so thoroughly that he will likely never recover (his all-time best after months of obsessive playing is 231; mine is 264).

Speaking of Stan, he found some sexy InuKai doujinshi open in a tab on my computer and was all, OMG you read gay porn on the interwebs!!1! To which my response was, well, yeah, I think that is the worst-kept secret in the universe, seeing as I have told you all about it repeatedly. But then he asked me if I could find him any good porn with Tezuka and Echizen and I blithely promised that I could and then I looked through my doujinshi folder and found nothing. I shook all the places on the internet that I could think of, and moths flew out.

I know some of you are TezuRyo fans. If you could point me in the direction of any hot TezuRyo doujinshi, the more explicit, the better, I would be eternally grateful!

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