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Every time I start to think that this cold is going away, it comes roaring back and smacks me in the face. I'm pretty sure that I either caught this from Delia or at the same time that she did. She was only sick for about three days, but it's getting on to a week and a half for me. Right now, the cold's trying to get into my lungs, and I'm trying to keep it out. If it gets in there, I won't get rid of it for weeks, what with the asthma and all.

I've almost finished formatting lunargeography's fics to post them on my website. There's been a slight delay because the chapters of "Bone Gate" contain punctuation that SeaMonkey doesn't recognize. I have to go in and find them and change them (It's marginally less trouble to edit each html document than to edit the word processing files and then redo the html formatting).

I'm making progress on my crocheting, on my to-be read pile (though the latter consists largely of discarding books that I'm not going to finish) and on the book logging. I haven't managed any writing on any fiction projects so far this year, and I'm falling down on the exercise front. I've worked a bit on writing up recs, but I keep letting myself get distracted. Hm. What else was I trying to do? Must go look at my goals.

I keep getting ideas for interesting LJ entries at midnight, after the lights are out. I can't seem to remember them in the morning. That's driving me just a little bit crazy because I'd like to write about something that makes me think. I'm going to try to remember some of them today and take notes. With luck, there'll be some thinky posts from me in the next few weeks. ::crosses fingers::