I'm sick. And sick of it. Mostly in the lymph glands, and my mental focus is undermined.

So I've watched movies. TMBG: Here come the A B C's. The Battlestar Galactica remake. "Wax, or the discovery of television among the bees". "Der Golem" (silent, no music even).

And I've baked brulees. The recipes vary wildly -- so it's taking me a bit of effort to discern the fundamentals. Hard candy crust -- that's worked out pretty well.

I feel boring. And hopelessly behind on everything that requires a response. And a little lonely (mostly for myself, probably).

This is the part of being sick where I get all floppy and lie on the floor. Meh.

(And start to pout.)