Drown My Sorrows In Blood And Faith
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Sick. 99.8 degree fever for a while there. My throat is sore. My hands are shaking. My stomach is a knot of pain and discomfort, every muscle has that horrid after-fever ache.Sick. And I have so many plans today. I tutor at 2:00, by 6:00 I've the playdate... I'm hoping (and actually pretty sure) that it's just due to taking one dose of antibiotics on an empty stomach, then missing the next two doses entirely... *pouts* ...an infected ovary. Not contagious, not even a normal f'ing infection, just one of those nifty new tricks my body discovered. *sighs* Still have traces of the migrane... although I am wondering how much of them is due to constantly sniffing marker fumes. *wry grin* There's a Scott reading porn on my bed. I want to sleep but I'm not tired, exactly... I had a LOT of sleep. I actually missed game. *pouts* I hadn't planned on it - I was looking forward to hanging out with people, Juliet even brought Pixie sticks and came down to wake me TWICE, and I feel like a dweeb for not going up. *pouts a lot* I missed seeing Juliet in a new dress, I think, too. I need to get a long bath, take my meds, maybe get a bit more rest. I need to figure out what I'm wearing to work, what I'm wearing after, and whether or not I'll need to pack clothing for tomorrow. Oh, DAMN.. Grr, I think the sleek black thing and possibly a skirt of mine are at your place... argh! Ehh. And you have my jellybeans too. I love you but please don't eat 'em all? I'll be out there tomorrow, I'll find a way to stop by and pick them up then, ok? *hugs the Grr* What's the MAX stop nearest you, love?
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