Flavour: keyboard commands; fairy dust.

Mar 30, 2011 18:24

I'm on day 5 of a flu. I think I got it from my uncle's dog(s) on Friday. I don't know if dogs can transmit to bipeds like myself, though. In any case it's prevented me from doing any work on anything. There's too much stuff escaping my respiratory tract all the time. Today's a relative improvement because I haven't had chills at any point. I still ( Read more... )

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arago41 March 31 2011, 00:27:11 UTC
I am one my 7th day of the flu, I got it from my husband. Hope you feel better soon.

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joshksingh April 1 2011, 20:09:04 UTC
Ugh. I'm on day 7 myself now. Hope you're doing better now.

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arago41 April 1 2011, 20:16:43 UTC
Getting there last night slept all night with out coughing myself awake. Maybe just maybe I'am finally coming to the end of this.

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joshksingh April 1 2011, 20:48:36 UTC
I figure it was at some point on Friday. We had guests over here and then I went to my uncle's that night. But only the dogs appeared to be sneezing. Moot at this point, perhaps, since it seems to be on the tail end and I've successfully avoided infecting anyone else.

That can really only leave me wondering what 'fairy dust' might mean in such a different context. Fairy jelly might make more sense, but now I'm getting out of my head (though possibly into your pants).

Fairy jelly might be funnier in FOE, but maybe I'll stick with the less risqué. It wouldn't make quite as much sense with the female drunken skank Great Fairies of Mirth anyway.

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joshksingh April 2 2011, 04:48:50 UTC
That sounds like a challenge.

Oddly I've gained about 10 pounds so far this year. Since I've mostly been undereating, I figure it must be in these pal-around sessions my uncle needs to have where he stuffs me with curried goat and beer. For all that, my BMI has only hit 18 (it was 17.6 before), so I'm still significantly underweight.

I think we're ultimately driving toward fairy gravy, here. It bastes the rooster on the spit. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout.

Or maybe you don't, since it doesn't seem to make that much sense, unless you're really, really kinky.

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