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I'm about done with this sickness thing. I've been sick for months now... I'll have a week or a few days of normal health and then relapse again. It's crazy. Today I got as far as breaking down the current book and then grew faint and I've been hunched over the internet, coughing and sneezing, ever since. Grrr.

I need to do this book, fast. But if I draw today it will just be garbage that I'll have to do over.. FRACKFRACK I'm so creeped out by this eternal virus cold flu plague that I'm tempted to google symptoms, but I know I'll just find something like Your symptoms are dire make your time, so eh.

In order not to waste consciousness -- there's an admonition against that in the bible, right? -- I might as well post... something. Let's see.

I was charmed by all the pics of Britons frolicking in the snow during the last couple of days. Everybody looked so happy. There was a clip of the Mayor of London at the BBC site, in which he commended the intrepid drivers who made it to work in the city, and advised everyone else that the weather wasn't an excuse for a "mass skive." Hee.

And... a few days ago the doorbell rang, and I answered to see the UPS guy fleeing headlong into the gathering dusk as is his wont. He threw himself into the drivers seat, the wheels screeched and the truck careened away, taking the corner at about 40mph. This is how he delivers parcels.

But there were no parcels in front of the door. So I went out on the porch and discovered that he had left the box to the side and covered it up with my door mat. He is a special UPS guy.

The box contained... two... two... what are they? Two Ewok action figure toy sets, I guess you'd call them, courtesy of Dark Horse. They used one of my old Star Wars covers for the packaging (a Wal Mart exclusive!), so they sent me two. Schweeeeeeet? :/

I'm feeling very guilty for my lack of art productivity today (I'm not in the ER, after all, lazy wretch I am bad bad bad augh!) so I took a picture of this unexpected bounty. That's my ugly, amiable cat (as opposed to her identical sister, my ugly psycho cat) next to the boxes. No, she shouldn't be on the table. Yes, the table looks really small. I guess the cat has got really big without me noticing. ( Also, there are plastic Ewoks.  )

You know how when you get sick you get it into your head that if you could just have one thing, one crappy little thing, you'd magically feel better? Your whole being craves it. Your foolish mind torments you with its lack. What do I want, besides world peace, a not-death-spiralling economy, and to not feel like crud? I want a used paperback book about the Ultimates.

Yes, that. Moreover, I want it now. I could order it at Amazon for nothing, but it wouldn't arrive for days and JESUS LORD I NEED IT NOW. I even checked my local Borders, willing to pay cover price, but they don't have it. Am I delerious enough to drive across town to the comics store (that has everything)? Dare I call and ask if they have this book? Would it even be responsible/civic minded/excusable to heave my infectious bulk to a public retailer in quest of such an irrational purchase? If I can't hold a pencil, is it really safe to drive?

Why am I tasting metal? Is any of this real? *sob*