I spent about an hour at eastpath's place, which is just down the hall from my own apartment. She gave me some yummy Earl Grey tea and we chatted about as well as two brain-dead folks can. For different reasons, neither of us has a lot of mental acuity at the moment. :-) We had a pretty good time regardless, or at least I did; she showed me some perfectly gorgeous photos of her time in Vancouver, and I left her with a book that I've just finished reading and thought she might like.

I've just finished having dinner, which turned out to be unspectacular: reheated macaroni with five cheese tomato sauce, mixed veggies, ground beef, and Parmasan cheese. Bleh. I was thinking of making fried ham and eggs, but couldn't get up the enthusiasm to output THAT much energy.

The mouth ulcer is almost completely gone. Joy, oh what joy is mine.

Speaking of joy... every so often, Yahoo!Answers serves up a complete idiot, steaming hot. This is a prime example. Either the person in question is really bad at expressing themselves, or they're a total nutter. Guess which option I'm betting on?

Yes, uncharitable of me, I know, but I'm feeling pissy today. The sight of someone who's coping with life a lot less well than I am is a form of cold comfort.

I think I'll make some more tea.

Shortly after making my last LJ entry I caved in and went back to bed, where I slept like the dead until about ten minutes ago. I'm going to have some Mr. Noodles chicken soup with veggies added and some orange Crystal Light. Then I'm going to go back to bed and let the two Aspirin that I just took work on whatever's ailing me.

The ulcer seems to have gone down in size and the swelling is reduced. I'll put some more hydrogen peroxide on it as well before lying down again.

I'm pretty sure it's not a canker sore, although it looks exactly like one -- canker sores tend to be really painful little buggers, and this one isn't even tingling. That leaves a range of possibilities that run from cancer right through to syphilis. Oh, frabjous day.

Right. Eat soup, do peroxide, go night-night. Sounds like a plan to me.

Catch y'all on the flip side.