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Blech. I'm sick. I dislike this state intensely, though it does mean the Muse pampers me more than usual. Well, that and bans me from touching things for fear of contamination.
Jello and chicken noodle soup and orange sherbet and orange juice.
Silence and pantomiming.
Lots of kleenex.
No cigarettes.
My crankiness level has escalated dramatically...strangely enough, so has my voice. When I do speak, which is rarely (it hurts), it comes out like an Anime girl. I believe "fluting tones" is the kindest description.
Jello and chicken noodle soup and orange sherbet and orange juice.
Silence and pantomiming.
Lots of kleenex.
No cigarettes.
My crankiness level has escalated dramatically...strangely enough, so has my voice. When I do speak, which is rarely (it hurts), it comes out like an Anime girl. I believe "fluting tones" is the kindest description.
