Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.|
Dog: By people who never fed me.
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Don't you worry
they won't find my body
I want you to know
I've found peace in another world
Don't keep digging
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
Spent most of the day unconscious in bed; as in apparently several people tried to wake me and completely failed. Only woke up long enough to hack out the contents of my lungs - which was EWWW btw - and to grab a few swallows of cranberry juice before passing back out. This cold is seriously kicking my ass up one side and down the other. With the sore throat, I can't eat much in the way of solid food even if my now ultraqueasy stomach would let me try; we're now out of juice, and it's water or squirt, and neither is quite as good a beverage when it's all I can get down, the juice at least had a few calories to go on so I wouldn't faint every time I tried to stand up. Hmm, wonder if we have any 7-up left somewhere. Must investigate when I feel up to moving again - getting out here to the living room was enough of an adventure for a while.
I feel like shit.
Cate's off at rockypalooza, isn't expected back until much later this morning, possibly this afternoon. There's no Okami to be all comforting and as I'm ill, I shouldn't be handling the snake or the hamsters. My voice is gone so trying to call anyone on the phone would be extremely pointless, unless they like listening to hacking sounds and dead air. Looooonnnnley.
Gonna sit here a bit longer, get up some energy, and see if I can stand a warm shower. Sometimes that helps.
Oh, for those few of you who haven't read it, go find out why sweet potatoe is now a swear word.
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