Sick....ugh
Is there a worse thing than that first day of feeling a cold coming on? That tickle in the back of your throat, the enveloping warmth that threatens to mutate into a fever, the blasé feeling of apathy, and the slightest trickle of mucous through the nostrils? Right now...nope, can't think of any. Blech.
OK, gonna do the bedtime thing. Got a D&D game to run in less than 12 hours. Let's hope my throat's not sore in the mornin'. ;)
Oh, and for those of you who aren't local (which I think is all of you minus Dom), I might have found a new job. Let's hope, because I'm gettin' sick of bartending. And being poor. Definitely being poor. Have I mentioned I'm poor? 'Cuz I'm sick of it. Poorness that is. (OK!! I'll stop...you're lucky I like you.)
-M
OH, and just because I found it randomly...
What type of Fae are you?
I am NOT a pix....OOOH, look, shiny.... @.@
OK, gonna do the bedtime thing. Got a D&D game to run in less than 12 hours. Let's hope my throat's not sore in the mornin'. ;)
Oh, and for those of you who aren't local (which I think is all of you minus Dom), I might have found a new job. Let's hope, because I'm gettin' sick of bartending. And being poor. Definitely being poor. Have I mentioned I'm poor? 'Cuz I'm sick of it. Poorness that is. (OK!! I'll stop...you're lucky I like you.)
-M
OH, and just because I found it randomly...
What type of Fae are you?
I am NOT a pix....OOOH, look, shiny.... @.@