1.) watch Dr. Who during a fever. People, you will in fact have goddamn nightmares about Davros. You will also have revelations about moral relativism, genocide of Daleks, and why you just do not care if the entire Dalek empire is wiped out. Then you and Child will discuss this and you realize you and Child are both feverish and fall asleep on top of each other on the couch wondering about a Dr. Who Mark II Empire ruled with an iron fist.
[Child is not a lightweight. I don't think my feet have woken up yet.]
2.) You will loathe how fast Donna talks so much you try to will her to die. You feel bad. Then she starts talking again.
3.) You will cry when you see Rose again.
Child made me move into the living room for a.) fear purposes and b.) watching me purposes, as all know I am a delicate flower and Child is fairly sure me being alone thirty entire feet away in my bedroom will mean I will die or something. I seriously do not see how he gets through when I'm at cons or slumberparty without having some kind of weird nervous breakdown.
In between fits of fever, season four Dr. Who (Child considers this comfort TV; yeah, this is totally my kid), and a sudden and shocking preference for being near the bathroom, I contemplated drowning myself in the shower. Also, my sunburn is peeling a little and I am trying not to find this possibly the only thing good in my life, because yes, it is disgusting, but oh, there's something wonderfully satisfactory about it, like when you're a kid and you realize you can get that scab off. I will leave my list off of disgusting bodily functions that no one admits fascinate them, but there you go. A sunburn is the only good thing in my life and everything hurts and I refuse to be ashamed (much).
Going to go attempt to find will to live. Think I left it in Chicago.