Aaarg. Am sick and unloved. Because unloved always goes along with sick, dammit. I can't breathe and I got no love. It's the way of the world.

My head hurts and my nose is stuffy and running at the same time which shouldn't be possible but apparently is and teh drugs (I am a weakling. I take half a dose and still get knocked on my ass by the damn things) are making me wonkily contemplate what House would say to me where he actually my doctor. Because on one hand: "the running noses are just going to walking by themselves" and on the other: He's House. Which would be fun. We could snark at each other and I could tease him for his crush on Wilson. And HI did I mention the drugs?

Also I just watched The Dead Poets Society for the first time and OMG WILSON and DANNY. ::hearts:: Plus it's slashy as all hell. I don't like Ethan Hawke but when he was on the bed and Wilson Niel was on his knees in front of it talking to him and then at the end when he was wailing because Neil! I may've been attempting to work out the fic and who to slash. I should find the yuletide archive again, I know they've got one or two things.

But the fact remains, OMG WILSON. He was so cute! And skinny and cute and I crush on him. Oh yeah, I'm so a Wilson girl. I mean, I wouldn't kick Chase outta bed for... well, I wouldn't kick Chase out of bed. But I'm cool with labeling myself a Wilson girl.

I'll. Um. Shut up now.

Except to say: Drugs. Sick. Unloved. Wah. :p