This week has really not gone as planned.

Tuesday I spent at the Zoo in Helsinki with cousin's kid Säde (who thought the cockroaches in the bug house were the coolest thing she'd ever seen, and insisted we go back three times. My camera has 100+ macro pictures of cockroaches.) All in all it was a good day, even if I forgot to wear sunscreen - despite carrying it around all day to make sure Säde didn't burn - and now my face is rocking the panda-bear look thanks to burnt cheeks and pale skin from where I wore my sunglasses. Awesome.

Wednesday morning I felt a little iffy, but decided I'd shrug it off, and went to work. I made it as far one o'clock, and my boss sent me home on account of me being a shivering, sunburnt mess. Turns out, I'd caught some sort of flu bug. Spent the rest of Wednesday at home with a fever, staring out the window and thinking about how much money I was losing every hour.

I had to call in sick today as well, but it's starting to look like maybe I could go in tomorrow. For the last day of the contract. >.< Since when has it been possible to catch a freaking cold in freaking July?

Though, okay, a teeny tiny part that I will only mention to you, my dearest online friends, is not 100% sorry about this. A really small part, okay?

I've not actually been sick while in my parents' house for, give or take, six years. I have the usual few colds per year, but I almost always have them when I'm in Turku, since I'm not really here aside from the odd week during Christmas or summer.

Whenever I am sick, I spend my time curled up on the couch, drinking tea, watching TV and missing my mommy like the big baby that I am. And now I don't have to :P Because my mommy is here, and she coddles me and strokes my hair and says "voi mamman kultaa" and I can snuggle into my pillow and go "yes, poor, poor me". And dad says "voi tyttäreni" (which might make you think I'm lying, because no one actually says stuff like that, but no, seriously, my dad does. He says stuff like that.) and touches my forehead and pretends that he burnt his hand. Same routine he's pulled since I was a baby. It's... nice, to get to be a kid for a little bit, and not have anyone expect anything of you.

Anyway, I've decide I want to be well again starting tomorrow. Partially because I really do want to get in one last day at work, and because tomorrow marks the start of Ropecon in Espoo. It's a roleplaying convention I've been going to yearly for almost a decade, give or take a few years, and I'd hate to miss it. Old, good friends like nahkasiipi and arkangeli will be there, and we have a proud tradition of spending three days wasting time on the lawn outside, with varying amounts of beer and cookies. And people have rock-paper-scissors tournaments, and they do re-enactments of Final Fantasy fights and they hit each other with bofferit and it's so much fun and I just will not spend my weekend being sick when I could be at Ropecon!

( Spoilers: Random babble about True Blood s04e1-5 )