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In which eor steals Arthur Dent's outfit
Feb. 14th, 2010 01:09 pm( Cut for moaning )
Today I'm walking around with my thick bathrobe on. Also, wool socks, bluejeans, underwear, t-shirt, and a hat. I've spent most of the day sitting in the sleeping bag with the heated sock full of rice. For the most part I still can't get warm. Even bubbling hot and sour soup in a bowl too hot to hold only brought me up to the "been dead a day" temperature. Sinuses still in full swing, cough diminished but still threatening, body aches humming along like a gang of thugs who have sticks and love them.
It's very frustrating because I have ambition, but I can't do anything physical because of ache and fatigue and can't do anything mental because my brain is only capable of vaguely wandering 'round in circles. It's like thinking with neurons of taffy. A three day weekend and I can't do and can't think, arrrggggg!
Today I'm walking around with my thick bathrobe on. Also, wool socks, bluejeans, underwear, t-shirt, and a hat. I've spent most of the day sitting in the sleeping bag with the heated sock full of rice. For the most part I still can't get warm. Even bubbling hot and sour soup in a bowl too hot to hold only brought me up to the "been dead a day" temperature. Sinuses still in full swing, cough diminished but still threatening, body aches humming along like a gang of thugs who have sticks and love them.
It's very frustrating because I have ambition, but I can't do anything physical because of ache and fatigue and can't do anything mental because my brain is only capable of vaguely wandering 'round in circles. It's like thinking with neurons of taffy. A three day weekend and I can't do and can't think, arrrggggg!
