I swear there are razor blades in my throat. I looked and there aren't. It sure feels like it though. Maybe germs wielding thousands of microscopic swords. At the moment the most beautiful phrase in my life is: "Marked Drowsiness May Occur." Please. Now. Nyquil thou art nectar of the Goddess. I wish I could chug it during the day. But then that would make my first week back to work even more confusing for me. More pleasant though. I guess my eyes are okay. Bloodshot but not gloppy. Not sneezing either. Just the damn throat. The Minion has an overnight at a friend's house tomorrow night. I'll be in bed by 6pm if I still feel like death warmed over.
Zoely: If I forget to email you a b-day card Saturday it's because I am stoned out on meds. Happy 40th!
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Roaring Branch
Mother, Significant Other, Ex-Wife, Daughter, Voracious Reader. I don't have television reception or know how to "tweet"
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- halimah
- I am beyond vexed that the lottery has not made me a winner. I am not greedy for millions ~my needs are simple: good books, better wine, and a new vehicle.
Roaring Branch
3 comments:
I love nyquil. Wonder if I need some now?
You are so funny! Oh yes, Marked drowsiness may occur does have a great ring to it!
I hope you feel better soon, lovely girl.
LOL thanks, I think. I don't need the b-day card but i think i needed some input about spruce brook! (stamping foot).
hope you feel better soon.
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