Turned out the light at 3:33am last night. Better, but still sick. At this point, it's mostly just about my lungs. I'm not coughing, so I think things will go alright at Matrix this afternoon. But it makes me worry in a secretly irrational way.

My lungs just feel tired, and last night they were making a wheezy sound. My irrational fear is always that I'll get what Jim Henson had, and not figure it out til too late. He just thought he had a persistent head cold. But then...

"Amadeus" always freaked me out, too. I've got this notion that if I work too hard, stay up too late, I'll topple over dead (with my final masterpiece clutched in my cold, stiff claw).

Went over to G's last night to watch "Angel". *ahem* ..."The Spike Show." This was the one with Mexican luchaderos. It was OK -- but I tells ya, it felt more like an X-Files ep than something out of the buffyverse.

After reading the Television Without Pity site, I'm feeling a little snarky. So here are my two cents: 1) Please stop doing exposition every episode about how "we work at Wolfram & Hart now; no one likes us here; oh, how will it change us?" 2) A season arc about how Angel is feeling apathetic does not make for must see TV. Hey Angel, I sympathize -- but c'mon, you're killing us!

...Y'know, despite everyone constantly saying he's "brooding", his performance always looked more like "absent-minded" to me.