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I like not being bedridden! It is good!

Of course, I still have to take my Greek midterm on Friday on account of not having been able to study for it *at all* because of having been flat on my back weeping in pain for like three days, but Hamilton is the sort of professor who understands these things, and is not actually going to kill me.

At least, not in any way I can trace.

Herodotus may be sufficient all by itself, y'know?

Actually, I'm quite enjoying Herodotus, in that masochistic I-was-obviously-born-to-be-a-Classics-major-may-the-gods-help-me sort of way. I developed fields of expertise over the last couple of years, randomly, like developing a taste for peanut butter on blueberry bagels or an allergy to dandelions. I woke up one morning and noticed, look, Fields of Expertise, otherwise known as more things I can natter on about until the apocalypse comes early in its desire to shut me the heck up. I *never* shut up when I'm being erudite, as proven by the incident with the Knights Templar (you don't want to know, really). I swear, I occasionally wish I came with a Random Trivia Filter. I'd wear it, and nobody would have to hear me go on. Then I'd have more time to hear them go on about things I don't know about.

Anyway, today has been good. I was awakened this morning by one of my frosh pounding on my door to ask me to help her figure out why in blazes her aunt had just mailed her a Celtic longsword, C.O.D.; this qualifies as one of the more entertaining awakenings I have yet had at this college, especially since we were both absolutely bemused by the fact that her aunt managed to mail said sword *across state lines* basically wrapped in paper and string. Unscabbarded. We continue to have no insight into the psychology of her aunt, but it's a damn cool sword.

And Petshop of Horrors 3 was at Showcase, so I bought it, and am so happy. It's better than the first two, if such is possible. It's hard enough to find interestingly written horror with ambiguous and challenging moral issues and a genuine creep factor in prose these days. To have it in an absolutely gorgeous manga with one of the great bishounen of all time as the star is just so much icing on the cake. And this manga has gotten the structure of the well-crafted horror story down cold. Need more.

In fact, I'm rolling in good horror at the moment, since I've just started watching Nightwalker, which is that almost oxymoron, a *good television show about vampires*. A good anime about vampires, yet. That would be pleasing all by itself, but Nightwalker is also a good anime about an absolutely insanely gorgeous bishounen vampire with one of the most scary-ass ex-boyfriends in the history of shounen-ai. Meaning it hits every one of my buttons except for not having any yuri, but *nothing* has yuri. Earis, you gotta see this thing. It is beautifully perverse crack.

And I've fallen in love with the fifth movement of the Vaughn Williams piece we're doing in Chorale, so it's been a good day, even though I'm still tired and achey. And Fall Break is coming up, which is good because I could really use a vacation.