Living Still
Out of desperation, I’ve decided to sweat it out of me. I don’t have a fever, so I have to do it myself: on the couch, under a quilt, being radiated by the laptop. Oh my god I’m hot. I hate being hot.
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August 26th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
Should you really be making yourself hot? Keep up the electrolyticious fluids, anyway.
I presume that Red has already picked up on the Theodore Dalrymple article about Tony Blair, “Delusions of Honesty”.
“he always thought that what was right was whatever he had done” and “Having come into the world marked by Original Virtue…”. Hehe.
August 26th, 2007 at 5:40 pm
Uh, didn’t I link to that? Who knows.
Well, the hotter I get the more oxygen I get, which is a good thing. Otherwise it’s a lot of sniffling and wheezing and sore throats and misery. Lots of misery. I’ve so much tea and juice that it’s dribbling out of my ears but I’m not getting betterrrr.
August 26th, 2007 at 5:45 pm
(You probably did, oh QoLs. Apologies)
August 27th, 2007 at 12:49 am
Get better soon, dear ninme!
I’d always assumed that Blair suffered from delusions of adequacy.
August 27th, 2007 at 5:38 am
Hope you get better soon. Lots of OJ, and tell Mr. ninme to put down the joystick and pamper your sick ‘lil self!
OJ and footrubs are always a good start.
August 27th, 2007 at 10:17 am
Sunday he started reading Harry Potter. I hate OJ. Unless there’s vodka in it but even then it gives me bad memories. Vodka and tonic water, maybe.
I can’t decide if I want to call a doctor. I never call a doctor when I’m sick, except for after a week once of feeling awful and it turned out I had mono. But the only reason I would is because that would make me get better right in time for the appointment. And I’m getting a little desperate.
August 27th, 2007 at 12:10 pm
Clamato Juice chilled, with a little Cholula sauce.