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A Squdron of Streptocacci's flu in my nose
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"Iím tired. Tired of love uninspired. Tired of playing the game, ainít it a cwying shame? Iím so tired.Ē
I think virus's are getting smarter. I could swear I ran into some who figured out how to spread themselves thru the internet. Sunday I was leaving a Happy Birthday message in someones guestbook, for Diaryland Birthdays, and the person was talking about being sick with bronchitis and such.
Like a bad case of irony no sooner did I sign it then, with in half an hour BAMQ! I was hit by a brick wall of aching crapiness. I don't think I have bronchitis, but I definately have something.
Warren spent most of school falling asleep. Now he says his ear hurts and he feels like he got hit by a car. (bad joke in our house).
All I know is its a good thing I have tommorrow off. I made it thru today, thanks to a first aid kit, brimming with cold tablets, and Ibruprofen. I also ate enough cough drops to make my self attractive to any wayward koala's who don't mind their eucyalyptus with a cherry flavor.
Being sick sucks. Right now even my hair hurts, and lying down to sleep doesn't help. I'm so glad I don't work tommorrow. I plan to spend it sleeping, not talking to angry customers who are linguistically challanged in regaards to English. My immune system needs some subsizing to fight off the squadron of strepocacci's terrorizing my internals.
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.