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The world is so much more interesting when I have the plague. I've been wandering around in a state of disorentation for a while now. I probably should be bundled up upstairs or on a couch making icons and doing crossword puzzles. Instead I've been lurching around the house with hot soup and a cat.

He yelled at me for it.

I should go upstairs and edit Red. I think what I'll actually end up doing is going upstairs, turning on my computer, puttering around with some icons and making pretty pictures, taking a shower, and then editing Red and posting it on natlitcrepro. Which, dammit, I will do. Cold or no cold.

Everything in my head is singing! *giggle*

And he managed to scare the crap out of someone again. It always amuses me when he does that. On the other hand, now this means I need to dig through the tattered ruins of my memory and pull up all the old information on the person whom he managed to frighten. Or he'll nag me until I do. Bother. Bother bother bother.

Dammit, I can't be sick! I need to go to the library tomorrow! And the post office! Argh.