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Tuesday, February 28th, 2006 01:44 pmI am out of the office today; yesterday's bleurgh caught up with me during the night and I spent a large portion of it curled up awake and shivering despite being under some industrial strength quilts.
Right now I don't feel so bad, but tonight will be the test, I guess, when I am lying down again, tubes in desperate need of a rebore.
For some reason, with
ellefurtle muttering about eating eggs, I find myself pondering the sad thought that we shall never know what Humpty Dumpty would have hatched out as. And the nursery rhyme predates DNA tests, so that avenue is closed to us.
It's Harry Hill's fault for putting that in my unsuspecting brain.
Right now I don't feel so bad, but tonight will be the test, I guess, when I am lying down again, tubes in desperate need of a rebore.
For some reason, with
It's Harry Hill's fault for putting that in my unsuspecting brain.
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Date: 2006-02-28 01:48 pm (UTC)Right now I don't feel so bad, but tonight will be the test, I guess, when I am lying down again, tubes in desperate need of a rebore."
Be careful, that sounds not disimilar to the way my lurgey started out. You feel a bit better, think it's all over and then WHAM! it clubs you over the head harder than before and you have to crawl back into your hole. Don't go back until you're sure it's gone.
Doc Twine
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Date: 2006-02-28 01:54 pm (UTC)I wonder what tomorrow's strange obsession will be?
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