Je Sui Malade, C'est Magnifique!

A comment from the boyfriend, on hearing that I'm wobbly like jell-o from the flu-medicine-induced druggedness :

dirk diggler says:
i think u'll make a cutesy jello

Haha. :P

My hands are frozen, and my feet too, despite my heater turned to maximum, and my wearing 3 layers. My nose is behaving like a stuck tap that flows in bursts. BAH. B-A-H. I wish to be optimistic and hope for full recovery in three days' time, but I can't see past living through tonight. Boooo.

I still have an essay and a presentation to sort out, all by Thursday night, but this flu is not giving me the clarity and dexterity of mind needed to do it well! Roar. I really need to get better asap.

Maybe I should give myself the rest of the night off.

Plan:

• Seamus Heaney presentation - do slides and speech Wednesday.
• Elizabeth Fry presentation - overview again Wednesday, rehearse on Thursday.
• Frankenstein essay - write it proper on Thursday.

What to look forward to this weekend - trip down to London where the whole she-bang (or at least most of) will be celebrating Lucas' 21st birthday on Saturday night. But before that, dim sum with Yibsy for lunch! Her treat (right??? haha), at Imperial China, some fab dim sum restaurant. Only hope I will be well enough to fully enjoy London.

London sort of reminds me of Singapore, perhaps it's because I have the warmth of friends and family there. It's nice, and I'm glad I can speak English and be understood (well, a lot better than in Spain or Italy), and there is more ... law and order there, than in other European countries I've visited. Heh. The old Singaporean in me speaking, needing all that lawfulness and respect for rules.

Project meeting in fifteen minutes' time! The joys of living together as a project group. BAH.