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Oh, dear lord the nausea is returning!

I do not understand why I'm feeling so nauseous. It's not the first time I've sprained my ankle; and I'm not sure it'll be the last time either ):

I actually think I was unconcious for a second there. Everything was black for a second and when I opened my eyes, I was on the floor. Not that I even remembered closing my eyes in the first place.

Dad gave me some water and tended to my sprained ankle. I've been watching tv ever since.

I'm not sure if any of you have ever sprained or broken your ankles, but it's not exactly a pleaseant feeling. I know the nausea I felt was normal, but the dizzyness and the fainting were a new experience.

I think the sick feeling only comes when I try to stand on it, so as long as I hop to the bathroom, I think I'll be fine. It is a bit swollen, but nothing horrible.

I really believe that it was not my fault this time! It was dark coming down those stairs and I made it fine until that last big one.

On the upside, I'll be going to bed early because of it. I need me sleep. ^^

I also want to pimp fanatic_poetry. Now. Because I'm actually the mod and I should pimp it. It's not very active, right now, but you could make it so. (Love my advertising? *g*)

And you should read this. I actually read through the whole article yesterday because it's funny and it actually could pertain to me- which is why I'm linking to it. Because it pertains to me (unlike all the other MSN articles that I waste my time trying to read when I could be doing other things) and not just because it's common sense.

I came online for a few minutes to share an article with you I read today from Psychology Today (should really be studying for midterms). I'm really into psychology and am hoping to take the elective next year (or maybe this semester if my other elective falls through).

Novel Delights

Fiction readers score higher on empathy and social acumen tests than do readers of nonfiction.

I find this true. Mostly because since I read a lot more fiction than compared with my brothers, I fancy myself as being more empathetic than them.

And this puts it in much better words than I could ever come up with about why some of us like reading fiction:

'So why turn to fiction at all, when we can enjoy the real thing? For starters, works of fiction don't simply mimic real life. "They intensify it and make it much more interesting," Zunshine says. What's more, stories let us play with the fire of emotions from a safe remove. "You know that this whole set of events is contained and you can get up and leave or you can put your book down," explains Keith Oatley, a psychology professor at the University of Toronto. With a thriller, for example, you can feel the hero's grief and anxiety without actually losing your family or being pursued by assassins. And unlike real friends, your literary soul mates expect nothing of you. As Oatley puts it, "You get these emotions for free."'

It's an interesting article, and definitely worth a read

P.S.-After this week, I'll be on a lot more; I'll catch up with commenting and I have a meme to fill out, and I'm working on some other projects. But until Friday, I won't be fully on; I will probably just lurk.