I am mad sick. I went to work, put in almost three hours before I could put in no more, and then proceeded to stagger home and fall over. I just woke up, largely, I think, because Lilly somehow turned on my iTunes. (On the plus side, iTunes is playing the Counting Crows Live at Elysee Montmartre. So at least it's an album I'm fond of.)
I am basically too sick to die. But I am not dead.
We go for Indian together -- everything's made in one fairly small, open kitchen, so there's no way she's picking up something there that I don't have. (Plus, I eat there at least twice a week most of the time, so if they were a House of Plague instead of a House of Curries, I'd probably have noticed.)
Actually it was more occurring to me in terms of a possible food intolerance. It seems like (possibly inaccurately) that it's often on Fridays that Seanan gets hit with evil death plagues from hell.
Of course this could also be her body's way of saying "slow down, or I'll make you".
December 19 2008, 23:03:04 UTC 8 years ago
*iz concerned*
I know you are often a creature of habit .. is there something you eat on Thursdays but not during the rest of the week?
December 20 2008, 07:51:33 UTC 8 years ago
December 20 2008, 17:02:04 UTC 8 years ago
Actually it was more occurring to me in terms of a possible food intolerance. It seems like (possibly inaccurately) that it's often on Fridays that Seanan gets hit with evil death plagues from hell.
Of course this could also be her body's way of saying "slow down, or I'll make you".
December 20 2008, 18:05:21 UTC 8 years ago
December 20 2008, 20:45:02 UTC 8 years ago
I think this is really my body's way of saying 'you need to sleep more.'
December 20 2008, 20:44:25 UTC 8 years ago