Flying Lemurs

posted to Birds of a Feather by Chance (9:31 p.m., December 15, 2009)

Life is good, yeah?

I for one, have a lot to be glad about. First of all, it's nearly Christmas break. Add to that I finally finished a massive project for one of my Lit. classes (which clocked in at 35 pages; ridiculous), and I found out why I've been ill and its getting better and I'm in a great mood. But wait, there's more. I finally managed to get Runic Games' tasty new adventure, Torchlight, working on my computer (my full thoughts on the game will come later). Screw you, Dell and ATI. And last but not least, 362 is returning from hiatus. Hiyaaah!

Enough good news, y'all need to hear about the sickness in me. About a month ago, give or take, I came down with some sort of respiratory bug that had me coughing my head off. Got some antibiotics for it, but it didn't go away. Fast forward to a week ago. I was coughing so hard that I thought I might actually die soon. Then I developed an unbelievable pain in my side, which felt a lot like the time Joe accidently stabbed me in the lung with a bowie knife. So I go back to the doctor and find out that its not pnemonia, like I was worried about. Instead, I seem to have coughed so hard that I tore muscle away from my rib cage. OUCH OUCH OUCH. But its getting fixed now.

Enough story time, I just made cookies and they want me to eat them.

Griff out.