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[24 Aug 2009|08:10am] |
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Not really. But I've got the bug that's been going around my family. Scratchy throat Saturday afternoon, developed to full on chest/nose/head cold yesterday (Sunday), went to bed 6.30 and got up today alternately coughing and sneezing and freaking my bunny out.
Still, I managed to trim most of his nails, then since I had him wrapped in a blanket anyway I carried him round the house to see if I could swap cooking nights for later in the week (forgot they're going on holiday, but my dad gave me a box of lemsip).
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[24 Aug 2009|12:21pm] |
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God I'm bored. I would go and do errands (need more rabbit pellets, new medicine, can't remember the third thing) but my brain is leaking out my nose and my body is trying to cough my lungs up and it's hard to think with a leaking brain so I really don't feel like working on fic either. Maybe I'll sneak a tag into my last battle log since I know Ange won't be back for a couple more hours.
I kind of feel sorry for whoever fills Pepper in on shit after he wakes up. It's going to be awks and painful
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| On Canada |
[24 Aug 2009|01:35pm] |
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David: So they have no unmounted police?
Stephen: Well I dunno--
David: That must be difficult on raids in small flats. 'Ow, my head!'
Rich: You should see the squad cars. They're a mess, David, they are a mess.
David: Try and chase a heroin addict up a small staircase on a horse, it's ridiculous.
Alan: All the heroin addicts would know to head for the small staircases.
David: It's like trying to police a country with daleks.
Rich: Which would never work with the disabled access we have now, the daleks can get everywhere.
David: Are you saying that you think that disabled access is a dalek conspiracy?
RIch: .....Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying.
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