there is a point where it just all becomes hysterically funny

[harborshore]

In the continuing saga of "How My Body Hates Me: Let Me Count The Ways," I'm pretty sure I have the flu on top of my Mystery virus right now. Possibly it's a horrendous version of my sister's mild cold, but the joint aches and headache are horribly suggestive. I guess I will know in the morning.

But in the meantime, because I could use a distraction from the joint aches and the possibility of imminent swine flu, you lot should come ask me things. Like, we could do that meme that's been going around again:

Ask me for my top 5 anything: fandoms, ice cream flavours, cartoon moments, women in my fandoms, OTPs, ideal holiday destinations, goals for the future, celebrity crushes, books I wish would be made into movies, love songs, ANYTHING.

And if you like, I'll ask you a top 5 in the comments!

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"Z," Z says, and in a sudden mad rush of bravery she cups her free hand to her chest, between their bodies, and kindles a small, flickering flame. The light plays on Tennessee's face, mixes with her own light. "You looked cold," Z says, and smiles. Oh my god, my heart, that's gorgeous. I love, love, love the physical signs of their powers here, love them so much.

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