of genealogy and geology...

So, long lingering cold.  Which is a pain.  And I think it wandered from my head to my chest.  I had a really scary bit last night where breathing took effort.  Like, I had to think about it.  Only me, with knowledge of diving mammals would suddenly panic that I was stuck as a conscious instead of unconscious breather.  But seriously, I had to think about breaths and couldn't fall asleep.  >.<  A little knowledge is dangerous.  But this morning I woke, and am just short of breath.  Damn.  All I want is one deep lungfull of air that I can't get.

My parents are visiting next week.  I'm excited for my dad.  He hasn't seen Chicago.  Mom.  Is... nerve wracking.  She's just so critical.  I realize it's because she is parental and worries about me, but seriously, I am the stable one of the children.  I just have no idea how I am going to survive a week.  My apartment is small.  o.O  No idea on sleeping arrangements.  I meant to be cleaning like a maniac because my mom is the queen house frau.  Stupid cold left me staring out into space all Saturday.  Clean clean clean, clock is ticking.  Dammit.  DX

*sigh*  For such a water person I know I am an 'earth' personality.  Steadfast, steady and rather hard to fluster.  Which are the good parts of having the personality of a rock.  >3  Unfortunately, when things do manage to cut through?  Yeah... when things break through and there is an upheaval, earthquakes and everything shatters.  Rawr.

Just have to make it through a week.

sugar coma

fic-drablet demanded by Ruu. ♥  

and what Ruu demands, I have to deliver.  even if 'parently it's still in emo-verse.  *shrug*  might prod more.

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