The Sick
I am the sick.
*sniffle*
My throat is sore, I'm all stuffy and miserable. I do NOT approve, not even a little bit.
The apartment is freezing, but the heat will hopefully fix that soon. A sizeable amount of snow was dropped on us last night, but bececause of how the wind is blowing, in some places you can see grace, and in others the snow is all drifted. The wind is unreal - my windchime (a gift from bitterbert about a million years ago) is working overtime.
Fortunately for me, I have tomorrow off, so today and tomorrow will be spent in the house re-reading the early works of Laurell K. Hamilton while sucking down large quantities of cold medicine, chicken soup, and orange juice. Unfortunately, since we don't HAVE cold medicine, chicken soup or orange juice, I'm going to have to beg my husband to go out in the snow for me to hunt down those items. He hates going out in the snow and cold, so this will not please him, but we does love me a considerable amount, so hopefully it'll even out.
~a
*sniffle*
My throat is sore, I'm all stuffy and miserable. I do NOT approve, not even a little bit.
The apartment is freezing, but the heat will hopefully fix that soon. A sizeable amount of snow was dropped on us last night, but bececause of how the wind is blowing, in some places you can see grace, and in others the snow is all drifted. The wind is unreal - my windchime (a gift from bitterbert about a million years ago) is working overtime.
Fortunately for me, I have tomorrow off, so today and tomorrow will be spent in the house re-reading the early works of Laurell K. Hamilton while sucking down large quantities of cold medicine, chicken soup, and orange juice. Unfortunately, since we don't HAVE cold medicine, chicken soup or orange juice, I'm going to have to beg my husband to go out in the snow for me to hunt down those items. He hates going out in the snow and cold, so this will not please him, but we does love me a considerable amount, so hopefully it'll even out.
~a