So I've been sick for just over a week now, and I am tired of it.  I think it might've been two distinct illnesses, actually.  One I took to Seattle for PAX - the moment I sate down there I got fever symptoms, which with an incubation period means I didn't contract it there.  That took me through the weekend, but by Sunday night's red-eye I was pretty much fine.  Monday morning, then, not having slept on the plane, I got something else entirely which I have failed all week to shake.  It might be H1Nerd1, but the incubation timing isn't right either.  I'm disinclined to go to a doctor because the answer, even if it's H1N1, is the same: treat it like the flu with lots of liquids, rest, and if you start having trouble breathing, get to a hospital STAT.  Which I already know.

It doesn't help that Alison came down on Sunday with what looks like my second illness.  We've been a messy, sniffly apartment of infection this week.

So this weekend I'm treating myself to movies and games and other distractions, which I was sorely lacking all week.  Last night I set out to watch the rest of the Ghibli films I haven't seen, starting with My Neighbors the Yamadas.  I ended up pulling out Pom Poko, which I enjoyed, but ... man, it's heavy.  Ali and I talked about how in some ways it's like the more earnest, less marketable Spirited Away, what with all the subtle Japanese cultural references and the rampant scrotum-transforming magic.

So, now: My Neighbors the Yamadas, for real.  Then I'd play Zelda, except my Wii can't read discs ... hm.  Not sure what's after that, then.  Distraction, in whatever form I can find or make it.

ETA: I've now watched through Whispers of the Heart.  I'll bet that Ali will enjoy it, though I am notoriously and hilariously wrong when trying to guess what Ali will enjoy.