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*sigh* Well, what I most need to talk about won't get put here; it's something I very much need to do with someone face to face, because I'm likely to be in tears by the end of it. So that one's gonna get skipped, and anyone that tries to hammer it out of me via email, comments, or IM is gonna get gently swatted. I know my limits, so this one's outside electronic means for the moment. Yes, that includes telephones too. Face to face only, and I'll get to it when I can. Worst case, my therapy appointment is Tuesday and I'll dump it on Stephanie.

As for the rest of it...

• I'm sick with what Dr G called 'the worst sinus infection [he's] seen in years'. At least it's not pneumonia, which is what I was fearing. I've got 'scripts for antibiotics and cough med, and a referral to go get my head examined; he wants an x-ray of my sinus cavities to try and figure out just what the hell is going on in there.
• Megan's got, as of yesterday, a 2005 Taurus SE sedan to replace the fast fading 1990 Sundance. The 'dance will be making the final run to a salvage yard either today or tomorrow, and is a lesser part of what's got me so knotted up: it was my grandmother's car. Granted, it was already on last legs when I got it, but... parting with it hurts, and it's not the kind of hurt that Megan will understand, so I've been burying it.
• As of -last- weekend, Megan's got a lock on an apartment in Lindenwold, NJ. Which, for those who're geographically disinclined, is most definitely NOT Philadelphia, where I'd been told it was. "Suburb of Philly" she'd said. *snort* DISTANT SUBURB OF CAMDEN, NJ, you non-map-reading twit. I think the weight of her bewbs are pulling her brain apart.
• I get the keys to my new apartment on the 20th, and then the real havoc begins. I desperately need to start packing, but I don't know where to start and can't figure out where to set up a staging area. *sigh* Fatigue's worn me to the point where thinking is incredibly difficult. 'm not sure what to do about this one.
• In the MMO worlds:
  • I've not given up on WoW. Given my braindead state, it's just too damned complicated for me. I get lost, get killed, and find myself crying. It's on my hot list just as soon as I've got even a fraction of my wits about me again.
  • I've not given up on ShadowRO. Yes, it's on the back burner at the moment, but I know better than to think that it's is out of my system.
  • I've not given up on A18. While it's not as complex as WoW, it actually requires a bit -more- brainpower to try and calculate the shots. It's a hell of a lot of fun, and I adore it, but trying to factor wind vs elevation vs obstacles vs range vs spin makes the headache infinitely worse. It actually sits dead even with WoW in terms of importance to me; not bad for a free game.
  • I've not given up on TO. In fact, this is the one I'm playing even fogged and exhausted. I've been a drilling fool, finding a nice quiet spot and just systematically clearing it. Not a lot of brainpower, very very cute, and often nice folks to chatter inanely with. Spot on. It also scores points in having an interface and visual style similar to Ragnarok Online, with a light touch of anthro art.
  • Over all of these, what's being played most is my standalone single-user jigsaw puzzle game, a small strategy game called "Reiner Knizia's Samurai", and a small flash game called Sveerz. That's just how braindead I am.
• ... Gus' cage is still out on the balcony. Every time I try to go and clean it I crack, and it immediately leads to another coughing fit. I really need to get to it. I miss him so very badly; there was magic in that rumpled little face, and he was the most affectionate piggy I'd ever had. I want my little boy back.