I've got a cold. I'm achy, have extra mucus, and my throat is scratchy. I got my friend Kim to hug me for a little to help me feel better, but she has little maternal intincts. She managed a few pats. I long for a caretaker, anyone to make me a tea or whip up a healthy concoction to dose me with... bring me a movie. All I have is a dog though. Sigh, sniff.
I found my camera. That's nice... LOOK:
I think the colors are wicked, to turn an east coast phrase.
The only obstacle left at the moment is repairing my car, which is so close I can taste it. Oh, did you not know about the car? Well, maybe you should call me, you silent blogger stalker. Come over and make me some soup, since I can't drive. Unless I want to risk my engine bursting in to flame, which I don't.
I know there are at least three people thinking I'm talking directly to them chastizing their blog stalking antics. Calm down you little monkeys, I think it is sweet you check on me, actually.
Wish I could delve in to your head too, but I must remain satiated with my own inner babble.
It's all that is keeping me company on this long sick night. Sneeze. Sniff.
Sigh.
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