*cough cough*
Am *sniff* not getting sick, damn it!
Okay, am getting sick. But am fighting it. Have accused officemate of passing on cold germs, but was told that was not the case. Instead, officemate insists that yours truly acquired cold bug from biting a Near Stranger during Sunday evening’s couch capades/wrestling match. Have passed along the accusation, calling Near Stranger a disease carrying monkey, but recieved no reply to my email. Go figure.
As am feeling poverty stricken, will not be heading down to Big City for weekend as had anticipated. Instead, will most likely be sacked out on couch, stocking up an Vitamins C, E and THC in effort to chase away this cold.
Simply can’t wait for IRB lunch… can’t wait to ever so delicately hack up a lung onto the table. Am convinced that god hates me.
Perhaps, if Fish wishes to avoid hacking up a lung onto the table, the vitamin THC should be consumed in solid form. Atop brownies, mayhap?
Feel better!
there’s never a good time to be sick. ugh, that’s lousy. don’t you love it, though, when you’re starting to get sick, and everyone at work goes “eew, don’t give it to me!” like you’re standing at their desk handing them a deliberate plate of germs???
Feel better my Fish.
You will be GREATLY missed.
God doesn’t hate you, he just has quite the Royal Sense of Humor.
Makes for a more interesting lunch when one has to eat a salad via IV or ask for extra napkins to catch all the snot.
Have fun anyway!
It’s SARS.
perhaps you’d rather cough up a gill…
just eat and sleep well, and god will love you again in no time at all.
Well, aren’t we the pair? May your white blood cells be fruitful and multiply.