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logicbuttonHome with bronchitis today. The good news is that I met all my deadlines yesterday. It's like my body works with my schedule to make me sick at times that are convenient for me.
I went to the state fair on Saturday. Actually, I woke up at 6:00 dreaming about work, lay in bed for half an hour before I caught myself thinking about work, decided that it was a sign that I should stay at the fair for as long as I could remain upright, and then went. It was my first time going alone, and you guys, it turns out that that is totally the way to be. Definitely worth the probability that I caught my bronchitis there. Among other things, I saw all the animals, rode the skyride, ate an enormous corn dog (I think mine was maybe even a little bigger, actually) at like ten in the morning (I thought, oh hey, I could go for a snack--how about a corn dog? So I found a booth and asked for one without looking at them first, and the guy was like, "SEVEN DOLLARS," and I did a double take), saw some piglets being born, and donated blood. Donating blood at the fair was a great idea--aside from the obvious feelings of do-goodery, I got to lie down with my feet up and got free snacks and drinks afterwards. I ended up being there from about 8:45 a.m. to 5:15 p.m.
I finished Professor Layton last night. Despite the plot holes and the vague sexism, it was really fantastic. I do love how genre-savvy Layton is, like when Don Paolo says "HAHAHA Flora is probably making hay angels with the cows right now!" and instead of going "HOLY SHIT CALL THE FUCKING POLICE YOU'D BETTER PRAY SHE'S STILL BREATHING, YOU BASTARD," he's like, "Oh, my, we must remember to pick her up on our way home." Or when Anton is all, "Gasp! You shall never take my Sophia away from me!" and Layton appears to have no idea what Anton is getting at. Or like when Layton says, "I have a theory about this box," and it turns out that despite all evidence to the contrary, the box really doesn't kill you, because of course it wouldn't in a never-say-die game (although they do say die. A never-say-pregnant game, then). Another possible interpretation is that Layton is a total sociopath and doesn't get worked up about Don Paolo disguising himself as Flora because he doesn't really care, and I mean, I can't really make myself care about Flora either, but it's basic human decency. Likewise at the thing with Anton and the thing with Luke and the box. "What would I want with a mere mortal wife, foolish human?" "Go on, Luke, YOU open the death box. I want to test a theory."
EDIT: I have a fever of 101.3 degrees.
EDIT 2: Fever is 102. Holy crap. Going to bed now.
I went to the state fair on Saturday. Actually, I woke up at 6:00 dreaming about work, lay in bed for half an hour before I caught myself thinking about work, decided that it was a sign that I should stay at the fair for as long as I could remain upright, and then went. It was my first time going alone, and you guys, it turns out that that is totally the way to be. Definitely worth the probability that I caught my bronchitis there. Among other things, I saw all the animals, rode the skyride, ate an enormous corn dog (I think mine was maybe even a little bigger, actually) at like ten in the morning (I thought, oh hey, I could go for a snack--how about a corn dog? So I found a booth and asked for one without looking at them first, and the guy was like, "SEVEN DOLLARS," and I did a double take), saw some piglets being born, and donated blood. Donating blood at the fair was a great idea--aside from the obvious feelings of do-goodery, I got to lie down with my feet up and got free snacks and drinks afterwards. I ended up being there from about 8:45 a.m. to 5:15 p.m.
I finished Professor Layton last night. Despite the plot holes and the vague sexism, it was really fantastic. I do love how genre-savvy Layton is, like when Don Paolo says "HAHAHA Flora is probably making hay angels with the cows right now!" and instead of going "HOLY SHIT CALL THE FUCKING POLICE YOU'D BETTER PRAY SHE'S STILL BREATHING, YOU BASTARD," he's like, "Oh, my, we must remember to pick her up on our way home." Or when Anton is all, "Gasp! You shall never take my Sophia away from me!" and Layton appears to have no idea what Anton is getting at. Or like when Layton says, "I have a theory about this box," and it turns out that despite all evidence to the contrary, the box really doesn't kill you, because of course it wouldn't in a never-say-die game (although they do say die. A never-say-pregnant game, then). Another possible interpretation is that Layton is a total sociopath and doesn't get worked up about Don Paolo disguising himself as Flora because he doesn't really care, and I mean, I can't really make myself care about Flora either, but it's basic human decency. Likewise at the thing with Anton and the thing with Luke and the box. "What would I want with a mere mortal wife, foolish human?" "Go on, Luke, YOU open the death box. I want to test a theory."
EDIT: I have a fever of 101.3 degrees.
EDIT 2: Fever is 102. Holy crap. Going to bed now.
