Still cheerful, everything's still hugely copacetic but over the past several hours I have become infected with the sniffling, sneezing, coughing achey, can't-sleep-though-fatigued, sorethroat, fever, bubonic bird flu plague. want tea. don't want to freeze. no tea. want tea. Some soup or nyquil, yeah. No soup or Nyquil. I'm all about the LOZENGES, baby.
Can I call some kind of tea-and-sympathy delivery service to hook me up with some gypsy cold care tea and bed tucking and also fussing briefly about my temperature while making sure I have fresh fruit and comic books to read? I would pay for that.
Got to buy groceries for my condition tomorrow - oh - TODAY - after I look at the workspace studio setup and meet the studio mates.