Bad Day.
It's hard to define when my day took a header, really... was it this morning when I woke up to a head that felt like it was filled with cotton, or was it this afternoon when Thacia ran headlong, face-first, full-body into a tree?
Only the Shadow knows.
Only the Shadow knows.
3 Comments:
I'm very sorry to hear that your day was less than stellar. Or perhaps I should say the polar opposite of stellar, really.
But ending your entry with what you did was pure post-modern brilliance! Brilliance!
When did you listen to those old radio broadcasts?
~Cordelia, with condolences for your day
Cotton-heads. Hmm. I find that far too amusing for a Wednesday.
*hugs*
Feel better soon, hon, because there's a statute of limitations on being sick, and it has been broken. Maybe we should form a mint-tea drinking club.
I would also like my sickness to go away, as my head feels like it's been pastded on.
~Mill
Cotton... interesting thought. Usually my head feels full of spagetti when I get sick.
But then again, only The Shadow knows.
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