cough, cough, sniffle

I do feel better today -- finally managed to get an entire night's sleep, since I could breathe last night, although the throat was itchy and a lot of coughing happened. In retrospect, possibly the baseball game wasn't the best idea, but it was Jen's birthday and I'd already paid $44 for the damn ticket! And the Sox got their asses kicked, so there weren't even many opportunities to cheer, which is good for my throat, if nothing else. :(

I don't know whether I mentioned that our chorus concert this Sunday is already sold out. Yow! But no pressure or anything! I can only strive to get lots of sleep between now and then. I sense it might be less than ideal for me to bust out in an uncontrollable coughing fit in the middle of the music.

My head's still all stuffy too and everything sounds very far away. During lunch I had to keep reminding myself not to talk too loudly. I worry (probably excessively) that I must be shouting and people are looking at me funny. Paranoid much?

more poetry

I've put more of my fic into the poetry generator and must share more snippets...

"Cold Comfort" (Spike/Buffy, but not):
Cold Comfort By the same way. back,
and
presses one arm is
hard. Not a god,
or just do I
love you? will. because
he thinks not. preparing to satisfy now.

"The Hills May Shift" (Xena/Gabrielle, but not):
The Bard My
daughter watched with ease. For the Amazon Princess too? Anra
said not a stage, and emotions, the innkeeper said. shortly.
it before replying,
Very happy today,
you can be impossibly persistent. Another moment
she was comfortably padded into
the great surprise.

And this one's my favorite so far, from "The Field Where I Died" (Clark/Lex, but not):

The death of his cheek,
willing his feet, drew composure
around Their engines. As he stood
in the way, heading
back to his limousine
and glittering blue pools
made the houses all started right
meaningless.
piece of land
His steely blank expression harden
even his former friend. Sweet?
Touching? No. trace of land, as always,
was
just
another bit the
demolition of land, and wildly thriving
weeds.

Wow. Kind of amazing how that poem captures the feeling of the story itself, especially the last few lines, and how it ends with the thriving weeds. And the part about the houses being meaningless. I like it. It's deep.

I guess it goes to show something fairly profound about the random nature of poetry and profundity, ya think? I mean. People can strive so hard to write a poem that's full of layers and meaning, and then a computer program comes along and does it even better. Heh. Maybe it's time to go re-read The Moon is a Harsh Mistress again.

bandwagon

Too much posting from me today? Not enough work.

Jumping on the bandwagon to answer this poll that's been floating around:

Number of people on my lj friends list: 33

...whom I've met in person: 7
...whom I've met in person more than once: 4
...whose house I've been to: 2, although tiggrrl doesn't live in that house any more. Come to think of it, neither does xochiquetzl.
...who have been to my house: 1? If anyone has, it would be xochiquetzl but I can't remember for sure.
...whose precise geographic location I know offhand: 13. Unless I'm wrong about someone :)
...whose full names I know offhand: 9, although it's kind of cheating when their lj username IS their real name...
...whom I've followed/been in touch with for more than 3 years: 7?How long have I know ladyvyola?
...who live outside my country: At least 2
...whose journal I consider myself "addicted" to: Well, they're all on my friends list so....
...whom I've lived with: 2...ish.
...who's an ex: none! Wah!
...whom I'd do: *blush* At least 9.
...whom I've done: none! Wah!
...whom I have a secret crush on: at least 1
...whom I have a not so secret crush on: ? I try to keep my crushes as secret as possible! I mean, Real People Crushes, anyway.