2006-03-06
being sick
As usual, I woke up to the sound of clock/radio NPR at 6:00 am. Everything was going according to plan, except that my throat had constricted to a size barely large enough to sustain life.
I pulled the comforter over my face, mummifying myself in the blankets - all warm and cozy in my sarcophagus. Then I waited for Anubis to drag me off to the kingdom of the dead.
I hate being sick.
zebrasaur at 11:00 a.m.
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