Show mercy, River Child!
Today it all hit me. Like a ton of bricks on my throat. The sat. that just past, I was making fun of my sisters failing attempt to keep her germs to herself. She was down with a cold/fever/flu thingy.
I mean I wouldn't've went in her house if I wasn't absolutely certain that I was immune to the frailing ill. Absolutely certain.
Well, today, friday, dooms day, via email, I caught the jinglemajukes. And now I'm stuck in bed like a pup in a cage who hasn't seen its mother. Starving on death's knee. Nursing a runny nose. Dreaming of a Interesting boy, with a good voice and musicality. *sore cough*
Sometimes I have to keep asking myself, what would Jack do?!
and right now, I havn't a slightest clue.
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I mean I wouldn't've went in her house if I wasn't absolutely certain that I was immune to the frailing ill. Absolutely certain.
Well, today, friday, dooms day, via email, I caught the jinglemajukes. And now I'm stuck in bed like a pup in a cage who hasn't seen its mother. Starving on death's knee. Nursing a runny nose. Dreaming of a Interesting boy, with a good voice and musicality. *sore cough*
Sometimes I have to keep asking myself, what would Jack do?!
and right now, I havn't a slightest clue.
x