"How many elections have you won?" "None. ...You gotta be impressed with my consistency."

Mmmph. I really don't feel well today. I'd think I'm coming down with something, except I don't have any symptoms beyond aching all over like I have the flu and a feeling of generalized crappiness. And I can't even curl up in bed with my laptop like I usually would when I'm feeling like shit, because we only have a stupid air mattress, and it leaks, and it's just... yeah. It would only make me pissier.

I have most of a Riftfic written. I'd have a Riftfic done, except that I'm hampered by the fact that A) I need one more scene, B) I don't know what that scene needs to be, and C) I don't know any Doctors but Nine and Ten well enough to write them. That last one, I need to fix. Well, all of them I need to fix, but that last one in particular.

God. Everything hurts. I would like my body to stop that, please. I would like to be able to finish a fic some time in the next MONTH. I would like to be able to think clearly. None of these things are happening and... just...

Mmmph. It's just a little too much.