Things! In my Lungs!

Woke up today in no fit condition to go to work - slime is either exploding out of my nose or sliding down the back of my throat, where it does things to my stomach that you _do not_ want to know about.  Today will instead be spent persuading the cat that she does not want to sit on said stomach and reading the entirety of Transmetropolitan (apart from the last three books, which Amazon are withholding from me).

Oh, and doing the occasional internet quiz:

What I Like About Being a Five

    * standing back and viewing life objectively
    * coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects
    * my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure
    * not being caught up in material possessions and status
    * being calm in a crisis

What's Hard About Being a Five

    * being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world
    * feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all
    * being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be
    * watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally

Take the test yourself here.

Evening Haiku

Ed's writing Haiku for his Creative Writing OU Class.  So we've been sitting on the sofa watching West Wing, reading lines to each other.  So far I've come up with one West Wing one:

Toby resists change,
but set him in motion and
he's unstoppable

and one cat one:

Woke to winter light
and the nose of a kitten
pressed lightly to mine

Which between them at least demonstrate that Lemsip Max removes some of the clouds from my mind.  If I feel this good tomorrow I'll be back to work, which is good, as I have far too much to do!