The Plague

I have the plague, okay not really. I have a very serious case of allergies and they are kicking my ass like nobodies business. This is the joy of having teenagers because they are fetching me drinks and asking if I need anything. All in all, being very nice.

Im going to try to sleep, just wanted to update and say, yes Im alive. Even with the plague.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I hate the plague
May 15, 2008 at 7:18 AM
thethinker said…
Your teenagers fetch you things? Wow. My mom asks me & my siblings to fetch things and we just look at her like she's crazy.
May 15, 2008 at 8:14 PM
Vered said…
Your teenagers are nice. Much like thethinker, I was NOT a nice teenager. Consider yourself lucky, despite the plague.
May 16, 2008 at 5:34 PM
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