Comics

A quick post before I FINALLY get to bed. Chi, you owe me some sleep over this.

(Squee. Fake Star.)

Now that all semblance of dignity is gone - but hey, it's really really late anyway - Chi recc'ed a new comic earlier tonight, Questionable Content Go read it, and now. I've already got Bergmann hooked. I swear, that strip has the best robot ever.

Computers exam was gotten done and over with today, and I am so glad to kiss that class goodbye. One exam to go, Psych on wednesday, and then I'm done.

I missed Cler and Rosa earlier tonight - it was quite lonely for a while. Not that Cler can help it, being on the mother of all commutes back toward home. Ah well. She was missed.

I'm going to regret staying up this late tommorow, but dammnit that comic strip is good. I'm going to be following it as religiously as I keep track of Gravity, WoT Now? and The Stairwell Comics (Notably Snow in October).

And I'm going to throw an absolute fit if all that HTML turned out wrong and I have to come back and edit it.

I also realized tonight, with a little help from a certain boyfriend, that I'm only missing one of the four geeky qualities: video games. Not bad :P

In the meantime, I need sleep. I've done my time for tonight.

The Spoon Theory

Okay, so anyone who's followed this journal for any length of time will likely have caught on rather fast that I live with a certain degree of disability. Some days are worse than others - I have days I can barely stand to live in my own skin, others I approach normal, however you define THAT word.

This was posted in fibromyalgia and is very possibly the best explanation I have ever seen to explain to someone who's never been chronically ill what exactly that means. It has an awesome name to boot.

The Spoon Theory

So if you ever wanted to know more, or found that what I managed to explain wasn't really much of an answer, here's a peek inside my head on some of my worse days. Except I really don't budget my energy the way I ought to - but I'm learning. Very slowly. And keep borrowing against tommorow's supply. I suspect I'm in debt.

By the way, these ARE the spoons I was talking about last night.

Beware!

LIVE JOURNAL IS EATING MY COMMENTS.

What the frell is going on? Four have dissapeared in a span for three days now.