The plague goes marching on

Day 2

Throat: still sore
Goo in head: multi-colored
Muscles that ache: all of them
Bouts of feverishness: mostly gone, I think
Chapter 16: still hasn't written itself
Cats: still crazy, and annoyed that I'm not getting out of bed at the appointed hour

Why does iTunes internet radio file all the goth stations under metal? Girls Under Glass: so not metal

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I miss the days when Apop didn't suck. Those halcyon pre-Pikachu days.

The boy is asleep, and the cats are asleep (except the loud one in the litterbox), and I am BOOOOORED!

Entertain me!

Maybe a short story will take pity on my illness and put out.

LJ, all knowledge, yadda yadda

Anyone know what spiders smell like?