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[changeling]

Guh. Even sicker. I've progressed onto the hacking cough stage, on top of all the other crap. I'm hoping that this getting sicker is the first stage in getting well. Because I'm good at deluding myself like that.

NaNo starts tomorrow. (As in, two hours ago.) Good thing I have a slightly less vague idea about the beginning of the story, right? Meh.

I forgot my mother's birthday was tomorrow. Mind you, considering I haven't even known what day of the week it's been all this week, I'm not particularly surprised.


"What is that monster? It's more mucus than man!"
"Actually, that's a woman, sir."
"Maybe so, but that doesn't alliterate half as well."

Comments

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

:( I'm sorry you're sick - hope you get well soon! If it's any consolation, tonight's probably the only night of the year that you could go out in your mucusy, wheezing, lumbering state and be considered normal. And given candy for it. :) Every cloud, you see... ;)

(Get well! If you need any soup sent to you via modem, just let me know.)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Except for the part where Australia doesn't really celebrate Hallowe'en very enthusiastically, and I was teching for a show anyway. :)

(Got any shoggoth and corn?)

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that does suck slightly. But I always stock up for it anyway - and if the kiddies don't come 'round, well then it's my duty to ensure that none of it is wasted. ;P

(Got any shoggoth and corn?)

(*rummages*) No, but I have horseradish and lemon! :)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Wah! Not the same.

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

:( I'm sorry. Want me to shuck some corn for you?

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's all right. The moment's gone.

[deadspiders.livejournal.com]

Oh. (*puts down husks sadly*) All right then.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

*cuddlehugs* (gentle, of course)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*snugs*