bah humbug
28/12/04 09:25I am SICK.
I HATE being sick. (Stupid brother, with his being-sick when he visited on Christmas Eve! I blame him!)
*sniffles*
*blows nose*
Time to camp out on the living room couch with blankets and dvds and books, and take way too many naps, I guess.
*sniffles again* Poooooooorn? Comment fic cures a variety of ills.
I HATE being sick. (Stupid brother, with his being-sick when he visited on Christmas Eve! I blame him!)
*sniffles*
*blows nose*
Time to camp out on the living room couch with blankets and dvds and books, and take way too many naps, I guess.
*sniffles again* Poooooooorn? Comment fic cures a variety of ills.
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28/12/04 17:38 (UTC)Wait, what's this? Hey! Quit shoving! I--
"Hey, Frase, Pearl-o's sick. She looks like she might have the chills or something."
"I believe you're right. Perhaps a little body heat might help. You get in on the right side, Ray--"
"Okey-dokey. Hey, babe, how ya doing?"
"--and I'll climb in over on her left. Ah, yes. Is that better?"
"Ya know, I think it might be better if we all took our clothes off. You know, like you made me do up in Freezerland."
"I couldn't agree more. Um, miss, you won't mind if I just rub my extremeties on your...oh dear. You are quite chilled. Perhaps a little friction?"
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29/12/04 01:14 (UTC)