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[phosfate]

Feh. Sick for a day and a half, one of those reverse-barf, weak-limbed things that could've been batshit depression, or a bug, or food poisoning. Briefly considered putting head in oven, but decided plan was unrealistic when remembered that our stove is electric. Also, would hurt knees. Also, fucking hate Sylvia Plath.

Had to make massive effort to get out of bed and onto the floor to watch CSI. Made even massiver effort after that to mail bills, go out for milk, and check B&N for magazines. This was scotched when I realized that I had completely forgotten to bring the bills, then nearly vomited on new bookstore carpet when I bent over to pick up the new Shojo Beat.

Strange technicolor epic dream in which kielle and I foiled Sontaran invasion. Man, you give that girl a big whackin' stick and she just goes to town. I imagine she is the afterlife's whiffle-bat fighting champeen.

Comments

[chalcedony.livejournal.com]

Also, fucking hate Sylvia Plath.

Just one more reason to love you. ;)

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Awww, poor sickie woobie. And Sylvia Plath doesn't deserve you.

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Also, would hurt knees. Also, fucking hate Sylvia Plath.

Hmmmm, strange. I feel better already.

[caribouken.livejournal.com]

No, no, go over to the romance novels if you must throw up on something. And stay out of that damned oven.

Nice to be able to spend some quality dream time with kielle. Sounds a lot more fun than most of my mundane dreams lately, although the wombat that climbed up the side of our garage to suck the honey out of a bees nest was kind of weirdly amusing last night.

Hope you're feeling better.