October 13th, 2006

good mris pic

reporting in

Woke up at 5:00 a.m., hurting and hungry. Blerrrrrg. Went and took drugs, ate yogurt, crashed out again and slept like the very dead until nearly 8:30. Hurrah!

My mother, now going into her third consecutive day of Hero of the Revolution status, suggested boxed stuffing mix as something soft and solid and savory to eat. She has been feeding me for awhile and is wise in the ways of queasy mrissas. (Just to note: she understands that boxed stuffing mix is not the same as real homemade stuffing. So do I. But it's something markgritter could buy and make for me fairly quickly, and under the circumstances it tasted like manna. stillsostrange, take note. If you get to the point where you really really really need carbs, this will keep body and soul together quite satisfactorily.) Also I think time is healing these wounds, so I guess the old saying is not too far off. I still don't feel fabulous, but this morning is progress over yesterday. Yay progress.

You were all very entertaining with yesterday's questions, so let's try any of these that catch your fancy (here or on your own lj):

Do you have a period of history, a region of the world, or a space-time combo that intrigues you in particular? Are there particular historical figures who catch your fancy? And hey, do you have any books to recommend about your own special obsessions?

Do you have a talent you're just discovering or just starting to use? How's that going? Or do you not believe in talent, and you're training yourself in a skill you feel anyone could do with study/practice? Or a mixture of both?

If you could pick one household task to have a brownie do for you for the rest of your life, what would it be?