I thought I was doing so well. Everyone was falling prey to the evil plague which haunts this city, but I remained mysteriously untouched. Until this morning... I had a little bit of a sore throat when I woke up. I thought it was just residuals from last night's debauchery. But all of a sudden, upon finishing my supper, I was struck down by the Oh-God-I-Think-I'm-Gonna-Dies. I'm hoping it is just because it was so very, very hot at the apartment, but I have a terrible sensation I may have fallen to the dread ebola which currently plagues
real_bethy. Nausea, an increasingly runny nose, a slightly sore throat, and a very necessary bathroom proximity all add up to something sinister.
Whatever it is, it had better be gone by the time Friday rolls around, because I'm going to go see Henry Rollins, dammit! Oh, and H-427, too, because I'm in town and it's the right thing to do.
Whatever it is, it had better be gone by the time Friday rolls around, because I'm going to go see Henry Rollins, dammit! Oh, and H-427, too, because I'm in town and it's the right thing to do.
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Date: 2007-10-09 06:13 am (UTC)From: