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tinhuvielI have developed a cough and wheeze, and my head is loopy. This is not a good sign. One positive thing: no fever! So I don't think it's the flu, at least I hope not. That's the last bloody thing I need.
There's a commercial out that features Yazoo's "Don't Go." Now I'm going to have to drag out my "Upstairs at Eric's" CD. Speaking of CD's I was able to snag the new Sarah MacLachlan CD today. I'm rather looking forward to listening to it in the car tomorrow...if I'm not confined to my house after having a big white X painted on my front door.
Surely Nathan didn't give me the plague!
Riley is vying for alpha male position in the domicile and Chester is unamused. Come to think of it, we're all unamused by his recent behaviour. He'll either have to shape up or ship out, dammit.
I'm going in to way too much work for the time of year it is. Do these people not want me to have any respite at all? For godssake, man, they get over a week out at Christmas and I get two stinking days. Can my hours of toil not be eased just a wee bit, in the spirit of the holidays? At least I got a gift today. Jive sent me a clock. It's a wee tiny timepiece lodged into this sandwich-sized block of metal. This thing could knock a bull's brains out! It's a bit scary, but I like it. Jive always gives the oddest gifts, usually to do with heavy metals. A couple of years ago, they gave us all desk lamps made of the same type of metal of which this clock is made. The problem with the lamp though is that the light bulb superheats the metal lamp, turning it into a nuclear (or NOOKYEELER for any Dubya fans out there) reactor. I could toast marshmallows and weenies over this lamp. But it's the thought that counts and at least the folks at Jive think enough of us serfs to send us something each year. May the Lady bless them.
If I'm coming down with something, that means that my voice will be gone by this Sunday, which is not a good thing. I am supposed to sing at the Women's Circle on Sunday but, if I'm sounding like an asthma-hound chihuahua, it's just not gonna happen. Curses and grumblings. Why is it that, whenever I get sick, my voice is the first thing to go and the last thing to return after recovery? It must be some cosmic joke since I depend on my voice so much. If it comes right down to it, I'll croak out the carols if I have to. It might not be the most festive sound in the world, but I don't want to let the peeps at GUUF down.
I'm taking my sorry arse to bed.
There's a commercial out that features Yazoo's "Don't Go." Now I'm going to have to drag out my "Upstairs at Eric's" CD. Speaking of CD's I was able to snag the new Sarah MacLachlan CD today. I'm rather looking forward to listening to it in the car tomorrow...if I'm not confined to my house after having a big white X painted on my front door.
Surely Nathan didn't give me the plague!
Riley is vying for alpha male position in the domicile and Chester is unamused. Come to think of it, we're all unamused by his recent behaviour. He'll either have to shape up or ship out, dammit.
I'm going in to way too much work for the time of year it is. Do these people not want me to have any respite at all? For godssake, man, they get over a week out at Christmas and I get two stinking days. Can my hours of toil not be eased just a wee bit, in the spirit of the holidays? At least I got a gift today. Jive sent me a clock. It's a wee tiny timepiece lodged into this sandwich-sized block of metal. This thing could knock a bull's brains out! It's a bit scary, but I like it. Jive always gives the oddest gifts, usually to do with heavy metals. A couple of years ago, they gave us all desk lamps made of the same type of metal of which this clock is made. The problem with the lamp though is that the light bulb superheats the metal lamp, turning it into a nuclear (or NOOKYEELER for any Dubya fans out there) reactor. I could toast marshmallows and weenies over this lamp. But it's the thought that counts and at least the folks at Jive think enough of us serfs to send us something each year. May the Lady bless them.
If I'm coming down with something, that means that my voice will be gone by this Sunday, which is not a good thing. I am supposed to sing at the Women's Circle on Sunday but, if I'm sounding like an asthma-hound chihuahua, it's just not gonna happen. Curses and grumblings. Why is it that, whenever I get sick, my voice is the first thing to go and the last thing to return after recovery? It must be some cosmic joke since I depend on my voice so much. If it comes right down to it, I'll croak out the carols if I have to. It might not be the most festive sound in the world, but I don't want to let the peeps at GUUF down.
I'm taking my sorry arse to bed.
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Date: 2003-12-17 12:34 am (UTC)I hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2003-12-17 09:41 am (UTC)Take care of yourself.