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Bllllleeeeeeaaaaaagggghhhhh...
*is unwell*
Oh, I don't like this. Nose is stuffed up and tickly, annoying cough won't get rid of any phlegm, voice is very husky indeed, so all my customers think I'm giving them dirty phone calls.
And, unlike Charlie, my body responds to germs not by rejecting food, but by craving it. Have done nothing but eat stodge for days, and because I'm sick, I'm not going to the gym. I must be piling on the pounds. Hubs continues to be a fucking legend by pouring even more chilli into spag bol last night, and today I've got the biggest craving for gulash. Never made it before, but I've found a recipe on the web that looks pretty easy and I'd only need to get an onion, some mushrooms and a tin of tomatoes to make it so I think I'll attempt that tonight in the Sacred Le Creuset (source of all my Cookery Power) - must also remember to get Daffs tonight - they need to be flowering by Weds. I usually forget, leave it til the night of the 28th and then end up with a half-open daff on the 1st, which isn't much use.
1st part of the adult fic is done, and by gum, it's grim! I've never really written Bad Sex/Sad Sex before... it makes me a bit blue. Ho well. Tapping away at the synopsis for Sick, as well, but that needs a bit more thought.
Get me! I had a bloody Press Gang Dream last night! Cannae remember what the holy heck it was about, but still. Must be my subconcious craving more from Screen Select. Seriously, we need to take everything else off the Top Priority to get any Press Gang. We've had nothing but Scrubs for weeks. Buh!
Laters. *snorts Lemsip*
*is unwell*
Oh, I don't like this. Nose is stuffed up and tickly, annoying cough won't get rid of any phlegm, voice is very husky indeed, so all my customers think I'm giving them dirty phone calls.
And, unlike Charlie, my body responds to germs not by rejecting food, but by craving it. Have done nothing but eat stodge for days, and because I'm sick, I'm not going to the gym. I must be piling on the pounds. Hubs continues to be a fucking legend by pouring even more chilli into spag bol last night, and today I've got the biggest craving for gulash. Never made it before, but I've found a recipe on the web that looks pretty easy and I'd only need to get an onion, some mushrooms and a tin of tomatoes to make it so I think I'll attempt that tonight in the Sacred Le Creuset (source of all my Cookery Power) - must also remember to get Daffs tonight - they need to be flowering by Weds. I usually forget, leave it til the night of the 28th and then end up with a half-open daff on the 1st, which isn't much use.
1st part of the adult fic is done, and by gum, it's grim! I've never really written Bad Sex/Sad Sex before... it makes me a bit blue. Ho well. Tapping away at the synopsis for Sick, as well, but that needs a bit more thought.
Get me! I had a bloody Press Gang Dream last night! Cannae remember what the holy heck it was about, but still. Must be my subconcious craving more from Screen Select. Seriously, we need to take everything else off the Top Priority to get any Press Gang. We've had nothing but Scrubs for weeks. Buh!
Laters. *snorts Lemsip*
