| The State Of The Professor; A Misery In D Minor |
[Jan. 21st, 2013|10:02 am]
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I feel like three bushels of buffalo barf. I don't know what the hell I have, but it includes fatigue, a good deep wrenching cough, flirting with a fever, ague, malaise, and ennui. Got home Friday shivering – I never shiver – and had to put on my heaviest sweater. At least that part seems to have passed, but, blech.
Home from work, of course, Going back to napping on the couch. |
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Oh God, Bill, Ray and I quote from that all the time. Especially when I deal with the local public, who are so frickin' self-entitled that they act like they're blessing you when they sneeze, cough, and puke all over you!
Oh no indeed!
At least I'm not breathing near you. :)
Oooo. I have no appetite currently, but that sounds interesting!
Thanks.
Hope you feel better soon, professor.
Thank you! I hope so myself! | |