Well, Huz-ZAH.
Our home is officially a House of Pestilence. The Martian Death Flu has come to stay. I will be surviving on eggs and prosciutto for the next few weeks, I think, because more complicated cooking presents far too much of a challenge right now. Alex doesn't have much of an appetite, but I shall force food down him occasionally so that he doesn't get malnourished.
However, my flu-fogged brain may toss up some sketch ideas, if I have the energy to actually record them. If not, I shall lie here and say things like "Ugh," "Ergh," and, of course, the ever-popular "Blargh." Oh, and drink lots of sugar-free spiced cider, because it provides me with vitamin C.
If I can, I shall drag myself to class tomorrow. I can't really afford to miss any more class.
In other news, I swallowed a pill yesterday. Under normal circumstances, this would not represent an event worthy of major note in this or any other journal, but I have gone through life since the age of six being psychologically unable to swallow pills. Thus, swallowing a pill represents a major accomplishment, as well as less-expensive prescriptions.
Time to lie down until I decide to cook yummy eggs in butter. Mmm...butter...
However, my flu-fogged brain may toss up some sketch ideas, if I have the energy to actually record them. If not, I shall lie here and say things like "Ugh," "Ergh," and, of course, the ever-popular "Blargh." Oh, and drink lots of sugar-free spiced cider, because it provides me with vitamin C.
If I can, I shall drag myself to class tomorrow. I can't really afford to miss any more class.
In other news, I swallowed a pill yesterday. Under normal circumstances, this would not represent an event worthy of major note in this or any other journal, but I have gone through life since the age of six being psychologically unable to swallow pills. Thus, swallowing a pill represents a major accomplishment, as well as less-expensive prescriptions.
Time to lie down until I decide to cook yummy eggs in butter. Mmm...butter...