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[desperance]

I hab a code. Ib by hedd.

Nebertheless, I also hab three pages. Bages.

That last bit is the only surprise, I think. I was feeling rough yesterday, and my throat was sore the night before; of course I was getting a cold. Besides, I have a hospital appointment next week for a smart doctor to peer up my nose and learn things. Of course I must cover her with snot in the process. Lovely. No doubt she's used to it, but I'm not...

Anyway, I have put on a jumper and burned reckless amounts of gas and written three dull pages of this dull, dull book; and now I am going downstairs to make chicken soup and eat cods' roes on toast. By taking the chicken makin's out of the freezer, I will make room for the cods' roes to go in, which will be good; but the soup will take time and I want to eat now, so I shall eat some of the cods' roes anyway when what I really want is the soup. That does not exist yet.

But I can have bigos for supper. Unless by then I am still wanting soup. Oh, the endless juggling that is my life.

Comments

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

*gives you zinc, vitamin C and hugs* Poor Chaz!

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Feel better soon.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Much scorn and derision to the cold. We treat them to unreasonable doses of echinacea and they usually throw up their arms and retreat. Make the cats be extra nice to you.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

"Cats! Come here! Be extra-ni... Cats! Come here! ... Cats? Sweeties? Is all well...?"

*departs anxiously in search of absent cats, and is extra-nice to them when found*

[triciasullivan.livejournal.com]

I hope the chiggin soub helps. Yay for pages!