home again, home again
Jan. 3rd, 2006 06:02 pmGot in last night around nine, after driving through exceedingly thick fog[1] for the last two hours. So that was, um, fun. Realised as I was lying in bed that the feeling at the back of my throat could only be described as 'a tickle,' and prepared for an onslaught of cold / flu / whatever. Possible causes for this one include Jamie and Kylie being sick off and on all last week, and spending all day Thursday wandering around DC with an umbrella but no jacket. Oops.
So far today I have accomplished unpacking and laundry and grocery shopping, and even a bit of picking up. Finally bought a light bulb for the light that's been out for a month or so, and also got some Tylenol Sinus. Now my head feels wrapped in cotton and everything appears to be about five feet further away than it actually is, but my nose is clear. Seems like a good trade to me.
I am unsure if it's the drugs talking or if Sous la Mer (NWS) and BLDGBLOG will continue to inspire as much awe in me later on as they do now, but there you go. (via
blaisepascal and
jonny_law, respectively.)
[1]"A lot like playing an N64 game, with the magic wall of fog a dozen feet from my face as I cruised at 55 miles per hour. The only real difference was the absence of a layer of smeary textures (blame the new glasses for that one) and the fact that the frame rate never dropped below a smooth 60fps. It seems sort of dangerous to drive so fast with such poor visibility, but I was abetted with the confident belief that if I suffered a traffic mishap, I'd respawn a few feet away with a triumphant cry of 'I... AM TUROK!'" --Toastyfrog
So far today I have accomplished unpacking and laundry and grocery shopping, and even a bit of picking up. Finally bought a light bulb for the light that's been out for a month or so, and also got some Tylenol Sinus. Now my head feels wrapped in cotton and everything appears to be about five feet further away than it actually is, but my nose is clear. Seems like a good trade to me.
I am unsure if it's the drugs talking or if Sous la Mer (NWS) and BLDGBLOG will continue to inspire as much awe in me later on as they do now, but there you go. (via
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[1]"A lot like playing an N64 game, with the magic wall of fog a dozen feet from my face as I cruised at 55 miles per hour. The only real difference was the absence of a layer of smeary textures (blame the new glasses for that one) and the fact that the frame rate never dropped below a smooth 60fps. It seems sort of dangerous to drive so fast with such poor visibility, but I was abetted with the confident belief that if I suffered a traffic mishap, I'd respawn a few feet away with a triumphant cry of 'I... AM TUROK!'" --Toastyfrog