I am like MImi in La Boheme, or Fantine in Les Miz

Without any big arias or the actual dying part, but I sure do sound like I'm dying. I'm pretty sure there is more crap than air in my lungs. *cough* *hack* *cough* Went to the doc this morning with my annual complaint of the cold that sinks into my chest, mixes unpleasantly with asthma, and turns to bronchitis. ICK. SO MUCH ICK.

In more cheerful news, you know one of the things I miss about BSG? Bear McCreary's blog. I had to look up something I remember he'd written about, and I had kind of forgotten how awesome it was to be able to read about the episode and how he scored it and interplay with the writers and actors and stuff. (I know he still writes it, but for shows I don't watch, so it's not as interesting)

I'm very nearly done with the draft of the still untitled crossover monster. It'll probably top out at around 30K. *gulp* That's a whole lot of words for an obscure crossover and an unpopular pairing. But, in my defense, it's pretty much an entire episode with more sex worth of Action! and Romance! and Bonus Crossover Surprises! *glees* Though it's funny that both shows have a Ryan, which didn't even occur to me until just now.