Damn This Cold

The worst sinus-pressure headache I've had in years last night--I think it probably lasted an hours and a half--and by this evening, my voice was pretty much gone. I think it freaked Cal out a bit, not least because he kept wanting me to read to him and I kept trying to beg off, which he's simply incapable of understanding. Then we had yet more screaming at bedtime; this seems to have suddenly become "the norm". But I took him by the doctor's today, and he's apparently almost over this, which is good. That just leaves me and Steve, now.

But yeah: Cold and period at once, and although I finally got my oz_magi piece in, I'm not happy with it at all--I actually apologize ahead of time to whoever receives it, on every possible level. Plus I know damn well I came off looking like a bitch, which I guess I sort of am. The fact is, I should just stop doing shit like this to myself/others, because nothing good tends to come of it.

In other news, watched The Brothers Grimm, to which I can only say--where's the other half of that movie, anyhow? You know, the part that makes it make any sort of half-assed sense at all?

And...New Year's was okay, fun and all; we ended up at Steve's parents' the day after, which was also good. But then the day after that I had this huge-ass phone-call from Dad and Janina, which went on and on and on, both of them just babbling in that "are they drunk?" sort of way...which isn't to say they were drunk, just, hmmm. I think what's happening is that, having already opted to miss much of my growing up, Dad is beginning to realize that he's going to miss most of Cal's growing up as well, and that there's nothing he can do about it. This probably depresses him. It definitely depresses me, far more than just no longer being in fannish love with something I used to think was the utter bee's knees ever could, or will.

Huh. And so, in lieu of anything better, to bed.