All senses of security are false
Jul. 12th, 2012 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHah. I knew that spirit of helpful-mousie-bringing wouldn't last. I abandoned the sofa and came through here to say "Aww, Mac shared his mousies" - and went back to find this.
Which left me only the recliner, which I don't fit on so well or so comfortably. Nevertheless, I am still declaring this a sick day. I am still without symptom, but I can barely drag my weary husk from one room to the other. I shall force leftovers down my uninterested throat, and gaze vaguely at a book, and wait for a vicissitude. Something's got to give.
Which left me only the recliner, which I don't fit on so well or so comfortably. Nevertheless, I am still declaring this a sick day. I am still without symptom, but I can barely drag my weary husk from one room to the other. I shall force leftovers down my uninterested throat, and gaze vaguely at a book, and wait for a vicissitude. Something's got to give.