Them's some powerful viruses to travel that far.
HEY! I've been sick since last week, and I saw you just before then!
Of course, it has also been determined (and not just by me) that it was BigLibraryBoss in NY's fault that I got sick.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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Them's some powerful viruses to travel that far.
HEY! I've been sick since last week, and I saw you just before then!
Of course, it has also been determined (and not just by me) that it was BigLibraryBoss in NY's fault that I got sick.
I've been sick since last week, and I saw you just before then!
Maybe it was YOUR fault I got sick, because I only started going down on Thursday. It's all your fault!!
I hate the taste of Fernet and have to choke it down, but I love the buzz it gives me.
I'll take the foul for some of the illness, as I'm still fairly plague-ridden.
Since MiracleMan has some unexpected time off work, I hope he's working on that teleporter. If he hurries up and finishes it before tonight, we could all still go to Jilli's party!
Maybe it was YOUR fault I got sick, because I only started going down on Thursday. It's all your fault!!
Nope. Must be BigLibraryBoss's fault.
Or maybe Amyliz's.
I'm afraid I have to be heretical and say I think Fleuvog makes ugly shoes.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to be agnostickal and say I think Fleuvog sounds like some German Natural Philosopher's name for "an dis-ease that afflicts the nasal passages and sinufes with an enflammation followed by an sloughing of the sheath, coupled with an imbalance of bodilly humours."
Since MiracleMan has some unexpected time off work, I hope he's working on that teleporter. If he hurries up and finishes it before tonight, we could all still go to Jilli's party!
Bring me precious tritium! In return, I will not only finish the teleporter, but present to you Spider-Man, alive but unconscious, that you may take your vengeance on him for, allegedly, killing your billionaire industrialist father who may, or may not, have been a super-villain.
Yup, Miracleman's got time on his hands.
Yup, Miracleman's got time on his hands.
You can be as much of a smart-ass as you like, Connie. I will have you know that by Day Three of Gleeful Exile from the Hellish Black Tower of Ennui and Rage I have:
Cleaned the house, top to bottom.
Submitted five (FIVE) writing samples for writing positions at G4 network
Updated the whole resume thing
Begun a new resume solely for post-production work, for submission again at G4.
Dealt with the EDD stuff, including arrangements to have back debt paid.
Arranged already for a number of freelance oddjobs with Sean, Drew and people none of you know.
Done all the laundry.
Mopped every floor surface in the house.
Gotten up every day with Emeline, dressed her, made her breakfast and brewed fresh coffee for my wife, the Empress.
Note, if you will, the first entry and the last three entries. I point them out, why?
Because, I?
Best. Unemployed. Husband. Ever.
Best. Unemployed. Husband. Ever.
Yeah, but mine can cook. And make armor. And Elizabethan garb.