pestilence-r-us.
my first thoughts upon waking this morning: hey.... who filled my head with crushing pain and sloshing goop? and how long can i lay here before i'm forced to hurl my body toward the bathroom so i can puke? (answer: about 90 seconds.)
today = DOOMED.
going to crawl into the shower momentarily to see if the magical healing properties of hot water may help. send prayers, light a candle for me, etcetera...
in other doom-related news: the film version of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? don't bother. utter crap.
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christ, woman. no one should have to be as pestilized as you've been this season. that's cosmically unfair.
Posted by: supa | December 06, 2005 at 02:39 PM
ewwwwwww, I'm sorry. feel better dammit!
Posted by: Kelly | December 06, 2005 at 03:00 PM
supa: i've mentioned in the past that i'm the canary in the mineshaft: as i goeth, so doth all of you... well, *eventually*.
look upon my suffering and despair! the end is nigh! wheeeeeee!
Posted by: sweetney | December 06, 2005 at 03:07 PM
ugh... feel better soon.
totally agree about hitchhiker's--utter crud (sadly)
Posted by: joy | December 06, 2005 at 03:07 PM
hmm, i wonder if you've got what i had/kinda still have: nausea? fever? general feel-like-shitness? i feel for you, sister.
Posted by: debbie | December 06, 2005 at 03:29 PM
debbie: nausea, crushing head pain, woosiness.
BINGO!
Posted by: sweetney | December 06, 2005 at 03:44 PM
I sense that all us miners are fcuked, then. Get well, wee canary, get well.
Posted by: supa | December 06, 2005 at 07:10 PM