I Got Something Anyway
I got a flu shot. I wash my hands religiously. I aim my patented glare at people who cough on the bus (I don't care if they can't help it). I boil pens and paper after my ill coworkers touched them and avoided them completely if I could help it. And yet, I'm in bed sick. I've been blowing my nose for two days. My head aches. I sneeze. I'm only on this blog right now to tell you how sorry I feel for myself.
If I die, remember me as the sweet, good-tempered, never-sarcastic dear person I never was.
God, I feel awful.
posted by mireille at 10:29 AM
4 Comments:
I'm so sorry about your misery! Flu is terrible, and everybody says, just a flu, you'll be over, and this is terrible, too. Get well soon!
*sneeze*
2:19 PM
I see Ariel changed her avatar in sympathy. Truly, you have a friend in Budapest. And one in L.A. I'll remember you as a complexly smelling, elaborately spelling, sexually dangerous classicist. It's what you would have wanted.
6:38 PM
damn, Doug. You know me, you really know me. And A loves me, too. I can't die now. xoxo
6:49 PM
Oh, poor you! Hope you feel better soon. :-)
(Ariel, this is not the flu; it's a very bad cold. Anyone with the flu wouldn't be able to post about it. )
8:20 AM
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