My voice is still completely shot, even whispering hurts, I'm coughing enough that my chest is in perma-ache state, and we think my electrolyte balance is shot so I'm trying to stay hydrated with juice and water instead of more gatorade. It's not really being fun, no.

Puppy's nearly 70 in WoW - if you don't know about the expansion you have no idea why this is important, if you DO know then likely you're busy leveling yourself and aren't reading this, hah - and will start seriously job-hunting once he dings tonight; he's 69 and a bit right now so it shouldn't take long. I still haven't even hit 61, haven't been online to level. Feel too crappy to concentrate.

Puppy's been asking me most of the evening why I'm being all emo, and can't seem to get that with my fucking sore throat and no voice, I really REALLY don't want to have a long angsty emotional discussion about my fucked-up head. Frustrating. Seriously frustrating. All I want from him right now is snuggles, and not asking awkward questions unless he wants to read over my shoulder while I type the answers on his laptop or something... well, and there's one other thing a large portion of my head wants from him right now, or rather from a particular portion of his head, but that's just asking for all sorts of trouble even if I wasn't feeling sick and he wasn't busy WoW-ing. So yeah, unsatisfied urges, weird mental issues, bronchitis, and hey, I think I have a kidney stone forming, go go gadget dehydration-related problems. If anyone wants me, I'll be hiding under the covers pretending to be a cat.