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desperanceI just want to tell you now, O internets - because it will very shortly be eclipsed by news even more exciting than this - that I do not feel well, and yet I have cleaned the kitchen floor anyway. On my hands and knees, because I would probably have felled over if I'd done it any other way. There's a reason for all those centuries of demented scrubbing: all fours keep you stable, so.
In other news, other news is coming. Much like winter, night and ice weasels.
In the meantime, I see a hot toddy in my immediate future. I hope only that I have enough lemons to see me through.*
*Actually I don't. I know I don't. This is a pathetically obvious passive-aggressive attempt to manipulate somebody into fetching more. For I am that sick, that I do not feel at all likely to walk over and pick 'em for myself.
In other news, other news is coming. Much like winter, night and ice weasels.
In the meantime, I see a hot toddy in my immediate future. I hope only that I have enough lemons to see me through.*
*Actually I don't. I know I don't. This is a pathetically obvious passive-aggressive attempt to manipulate somebody into fetching more. For I am that sick, that I do not feel at all likely to walk over and pick 'em for myself.