sick sick sick
Never again will I tempt Fate by bragging about Maedb Monday missing its target. I've been slammed hard by some virus or other. It obviously had a bullet with my name on it. Among several other pretty unpleasant symptoms, I've been fever dreaming pretty much nonstop since Wednesday. Been cycling through three dreams with variations.
I overheard Jamie talking about how you can't walk to Mordor. You can hop, you can skip, you can skateboard ... at which point I pictured Merry and Pippin tossing poesies in the air as they skipped into Mordor. That image has no place in my dreams, fevered or not.
Now you understand my fear of closing my eyes tonight?
I overheard Jamie talking about how you can't walk to Mordor. You can hop, you can skip, you can skateboard ... at which point I pictured Merry and Pippin tossing poesies in the air as they skipped into Mordor. That image has no place in my dreams, fevered or not.
Now you understand my fear of closing my eyes tonight?