east of omaha

I spent most of last week sick in bed, and since whatever cold I had was somewhat triggering to my asthma (which, due to finances, I currently manage with a combination of self-diagnosis, other people's medication, and hope) I've spent quite a lot of time lying in bed recently. This is how I learned that walking through a doorway causes your memory to basically do a soft reset, which is easily one of the most revelatory facts I've ever read. ("What did I go to my bedroom for, again? Didn't I need something in here?") I've also taken this time to become embarrassingly invested in the Legend of Korra and in the Mandarin speaking branch of Super Junior. I've written fanfiction and made myself a new Tumblr.

So, all in all, I've been incredibly productive ... if we define productivity as the complete opposite of what it actually means.

But that's likely going to continue, since I have absolutely nothing serious scheduled in the near future. My internship ends next week, which is straight up bizarre, and this weekend I'm going to see my family because my father, mother, and brother's birthdays are all within the next week. And tonight is the Avengers! The MCU was my main fandom for a while but Joss Whedon is my mortal enemy, and I am still cautiously pessimistic. Regardless, I'm seeing the midnight showing with climax and chelicerae. Hopefully it won't make me want to put out my eyes or cry endless tears!