Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Battle Worn.

Latest update:

I am now down not just with a measly little sore throat. Oh no, the nefarious demons of junk food will be hung by their little horns if they let me get away with that. I've been struck by a nose that keeps running no matter how many times I catch it and a throat that screams bloody murder every time I swallow water. Well done, O fried ones. I'm so not gonna be able to focus on scaling Mt. Homework now.

Ah, yes, not to mention the wonderful weather we've been having. I haven't been warm since I woke up. NOT the best state to be in when you're having an all-out germ invasion.

Bee I miss you so badly. There's no one to hug me and love me and keep me nice and warm inside and out. Why couldn't they have invented a portable satellite tower, then at least I could hear your voice...


|Basking @| 6:00 PM|

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