I know you all love my I'm Sick posts, so I'll keep it brief. My week-long flu has progressed into I'm (actually) Deaf (some type of power punch combo double ear infection type thing that makes my world underwater), and my throat has been made love to by a tiny midget squirrel covered in razorblades with a speed habit.

Seriously, please remove my ( Read more... )

Veterans of this journal are well aware that I can be rather gross. This tends to happen Upon Me moreso than Due To Me, but I will admit a certain glee when dealing with (and relating to) such flesh-born travesties. Some of you may think back fondly to a time when a spider did crawl from the crevice previous habited by a tenacious wart on my ( Read more... )

Well. Still fucking sick, and progressively so. Evil America bugs are destroying my immune system and raping my happiness. I feel like utter shite, despite having slept all night and most of the day (thank you Nyquil - ennero, do you really want me to send you some? That stuff tastes like poop). I have not eaten, so am hungry - but am too sore and ( Read more... )

Sick with a flu and feeling like crap. I want to go upstairs and continue with the painting, however I'll no doubt hide under a doona on the couch and watch The Awful Truth.