New babies, cat update, and feeling bad

Eh, first off, I'm feeling very Spike today, so don't mess with my inner Space Cowboy.

I've been back and forth between home and the hospital since Monday. My friend Shannon had her first baby, a boy, and he's beautiful and happy and healthy, and so is Shannon, and so is her husband, Larry. She invited me to be present for his birth because she wanted my (heh) calming energy in the room. I hope what I did was sufficient. The birth was, eventually, by c-section, but they're all doing so well and I am tickled pink that I was able to be some small part of it.

Then again, she tells everyone that I'm responsible for getting her pregnant in the first place. Explanation available upon request. I always tell people I was nowhere near the place on the night in question.

Sebastian the cat is home and doing well, apparently. I haven't had the opportunity to go visit my other other boyfriend yet, what with solo parenting and mother-in-law stuff and gack! my own dad's birthday is Friday! and I'm not feeling good at all. I feel like I'm coming down with something major and something Very Bad. Like I want to go lie down and cover my head up and close my eyes. It's not good.

I do love my friends, though, and my sweetheart returns tonight. But oh, I feel sick. Better go do something about it.

Here's another

I don't like this quiz as much as the others, but I'll take it.

( Cowboy Bebop Personality Quiz )

P'nawn Da.

On a day when my brain is in such a fog and I'm so out of it, I'm wondering whether trying to slog my way through Harri Potter a Maen yr Athronydd (thanks, sff_corgi) is a good idea or a bad idea.

I know, I'll go it alone without dictionaries or English-language copies of the book and see how much seeps into my brain. Maybe I'll just wake up and be fluent. Yeah, and maybe my house will clean itself while I'm at it.

I don't like feeling lousy. I never get sick. I'm hammocking for the rest of the night. Or the rest of my life.