Late Night Musings

What is it about personal illness that makes people want to wax rhapsodical?

I sit here, reading some surprisingly impressive Voyager fic and patiently clearing my sinuses and I realize that, in the back of my head, I am composing a thorough description of the texture and clearing actions and the various associated aches, etc. But why on earth would anyone want to read such a thing?!

I'm guessing that things like head-colds are such universal experiences that we feel assured that if we were to communicate, then our message would be perfectly understood.

Thankfully, the urge can be withstood.

Speaking of a deep need to share, I have, in my genius, uncovered the anthem for Buffy Season Seven.

Can you guess? ;-)

And the winner is...