Hmm... [poor Chaz]
Jan. 18th, 2010 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceEars thrum. Chest ... congests. Nose appears to be bleeding. My head might even be aching, if it weren't for all these painkillers I've been swallowing so long.
Y'know, I think I might not be entirely well?
I might still try to finish this redraft: only five pages to go, fer cryin' out loud. It's taken all day to get this far, but even so. Five pages.
After that, my ingenious plan is to make a flask of toddy, a flask of soup, a stack of comfort reading and a nest on the sofa. [Is that a zeugma? Or a syllepsis?] My suspicion is that this will be greeted with approval by little furries, especially if it involves a duvet.
I may never get the chance to rise again.
Y'know, I think I might not be entirely well?
I might still try to finish this redraft: only five pages to go, fer cryin' out loud. It's taken all day to get this far, but even so. Five pages.
After that, my ingenious plan is to make a flask of toddy, a flask of soup, a stack of comfort reading and a nest on the sofa. [Is that a zeugma? Or a syllepsis?] My suspicion is that this will be greeted with approval by little furries, especially if it involves a duvet.
I may never get the chance to rise again.