December 15, 2004


I feel lige habbered shid. By doze iz raw and red. By Dad sez "Tayg Bitamin C. Id helbs be all da tibe." By resbonz do him wuz, "Danks, Dad. Dat adbice iz buch abbreciated. Dow fix be zum chicken zoop, dabbit!"

Hobefully, I'll be bag at wurk toborrow. Dighty, Dight, Dear Weadah.


Awwww....sleep well you cwazy wabbit!!

Feel Better!!

Posted at December 15, 2004 08:52 PM

You'll get no sympathy from me. I have no sick leave so I had to suffer at work. My only comfort is that I infecting all those motherfuckers who are too cheap to pay me a decent wage.

Posted at December 15, 2004 09:37 PM

Wow, you sound a lot worse than I do, though I doubt you could feel worse. Whatever I've got moved into my throat so I could barely talk at all today.

I hope we both feel better soon!

Posted at December 16, 2004 02:04 AM

I hope you feel better soon. You need to rest up and get healthy if you're coming with me to the Virgin Islands, you know.

Posted at December 16, 2004 07:40 AM

I think I'm coming down with something too :-( I TOLD you it was a bad idea to kiss...

Posted at December 16, 2004 08:09 PM