Jul. 2nd, 2003

Bleagh

Jul. 2nd, 2003 10:23 am
greenman: (growf)
I hate summer colds.

I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat that felt like someone had used rough grade sandpaper on it, using a professional sander. That, and the fact that I couldn't breathe through my nose at all, led me to believe that I probably shouldn't have gone to work. So I didn't. Ended up sleeping most of the day, except for the time that I spent doing laundry, and writing a story. First one I've written, and I've gotten a couple of pretty good reviews so far. I know that it's not as good as I can do. I still have a lot to learn. But I enjoyed finding the right turn of phrase for the situation, and I seem to be reasonably good at it.

Today, however, I needed to be back at work. So I'm currently drugged to the gills and sucking down cough drops. My head feels like it's wrapped in a blanket, so I'm not real up on writing my next story. Ah well. There's no real deadline, it's mostly for my amusement, and the amusement of the person who commissioned the story. 8)

A mire?

Jul. 2nd, 2003 11:36 am
greenman: (Default)
*Slosh*
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you're
normal, but deep down you really just want to
strip off your clothes and roll around in
chicken fat.


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