Sick, Sick, Sick
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Y'know, some days I feel like crap. THIS would be one of those days. I just wanted you to know.
On the bright side, yes, Rhett, I'm alive and not exactly well but not dying either. Scott and I are talking again - this is a good thing. Caleb has been spoiling me silly, which I wanted... and I even talked to Nick today, ended up chatting on the phone for a good 15 minutes. Yeah, I know, it doesn't sound impressive, but it was SO worth while.
Now I'm going to go back to what I was doing, which is lying around, blowing my nose, and wishing I could get some sleep. Three hours in the last two days, baby. I'm doing REAL well on the sleep-scale. On the other end of things, I find it odd that apparently Kadin was online yesterday... but didn't write, didn't even try to get a message to me. Hm. Should I bitch at him about it? Hold it in reserve, to torment him with later? Or just assume that either I misunderstood or he just wasn't able to take the thirty seconds it takes to write a 'hey, I'm alive' email?
Damned if I know.
All I know is that I've got a huge off-white doggie traveling cage now, and I'm getting it ready. Kitten's first ride through Portland won't give him much in the way of scenery, but I suspect he'll get quite a kick out of it. *evil grin* Or is that, ~I~ will get a kick out of it? Either way...
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