Happy Samhain!

Or Halloween, or All hallows eve, or all saints day, or day of the dead, or (I could go on)...

Anyways, so I haven't been on lately because GUESS WHAT! I'll give you one word: Oink

I got the SWINE FLU! :D

Yaaaaaay isn't it lovely. No. It's not lovely. It very anti-lovely. In fact, I would rather I not have it considering I've been sick about a week straight and it's killing my planning time for Samhain. See, I'm having this party on the 30th, and then I go to another on halloween night. Cool, right? Yes, but only if I'm alive by then (or not a virulent walking grave factory, as the case may be.)

Things I have learned about Swine flu since last week:

1. It's not so bad, only -Fever, -Cramps that could cripple a rhinocerous, -Migrain from hell, -Coughs so bad your sure that was your lung you just hacked up, -and lastly, diharrea, -Nauseousness, -and wooziness. Oh, and Lack of appetite and total wiped-outed-ness.

2. It's fun to be part of a crazy world-epidemic, but only for the first couple hours, and only if it doesn't involve the risk of personal injury or death. But I, being accustomed to bad news, (I have scholiosis- my spine wants to kill me! :D) trudged forth with a big smile on my face and a cough in my lungs. "Are you part of the Swine flu club?" I happily asked the five other people that were going home sick in the past half hour (So far it's been 50 kids per day at my school, plus 200 absent. They were thinking about closing it, but hey, they figured since they had the other 80% of kids to infect, so they might as well stay open. Lovely.).

So I'm thinking once I get over it I'm going to make a T-shirt that says, "I survived the swine flu and all I got were these crappy anti-bodies!", but in the meantime I can sit on the side of the road with a sign boldly proclaiming, "Swine Flu Club- We're Recruiting!"

*Note- I don't actually have a sign like that, nor do I sit on the side of the road and heckle people, but hey, that would be cool.

You know what? I think my sense of humor has gratly improved on my blog since I got infected. ...Or am I being cocky?

Oh, we got a new parakeet last week. I named him Artemis, after one of the characters in my novels. He looks perpetually sad because of the way the feathers lay over his eyes, and the blue splotches on his cheeks look like teardrops. I picked him because I root for the sad looking animals :)

So, yes, I have an emo parakeet.

And he likes heavy metal. (No, really, it's the only time he sings.)

How cool is that?

Oink Oink :)