Half full, I suppose

Wow, it is bitterly cold outside today. My walk home is expected to feel like 17 degrees. Homorrow's high is 31. Ack.

Sickness is 50% better. Decongestants and lots of rest are helping. I'm still full of messy gunk, and my nose has begun to bleed, but the head fog is lifting some and I can mostly breathe through my nose. Well, one nostril, anyway. I'll take what I can get.

I definitely fell asleep on the couch, in front of the tv last night. Buffy season 3, like chicken soup for the soul. Sure, the hair was hideous and the clothes annoyingly pastel, but she wasn't scary thin yet and I miss old-fashioned Buffy & Willow BFF-ness. Also, the geek in me noticed that the Sandy that vamp!Willow bit in "Doppelgangland" is the same Sandy that Riley met for, uh, drinks in season 5. Continuity yay.

As for me, I'm making lots of lists today. I need my brain together for the coming few weeks. I need to plan supply orders for hard-to-find stones and organize the charity project and clean my room and reply to old emails and so on and so forth.

Also, I'm starting bellydance classes with Lyra of Kallisti Tribal on Saturday, so as a motivator to get my tukus back in dance shape, I ordered myself a pair of Black Phoenix Trading Post yoga pants with the triple-dagger motif. So woot for that.