Sorry, kids. May as well warn you that it's probably going to be a bit of a slow day around here.
Your humble narrator is sick in bed.
I mean, I like to think that I'm always, you know, "sick" in bed -- but in this case, it means -- oh, forget it.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Cold Shoulder
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I hope it's not the pig plague! I hear that's nasty. Get well soon, Chez.
Brandy. Lots of it.
Feel better soon, Chez. We'll survive until you do. :)
Rest and regenerate and come back as strong as ever.
Here, for your amusement (in case a similar thing hasn't popped into your laps already) -- only the headline and the three first paragraphs are worth reading, probably.
http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/World/2009/11/18/11797736-cp.html
Hope you feel better soon.
get your ass to work...
get well soon!
First of all, get well soon!
Secondly, sometimes fever-induced rants are the best rants. There is a certain lucidity of thought that can only be found when you're around 38.8 degrees Celsius :)
Does that mean if I say take two and call me in the morning, I'm likely to get a phone call tomorrow detailing your escapades with a pair of coeds home for thanksgiving break?
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