I like animals cheering each other up. Also like feral kittens saving babies.

I'm tired. Got home. Mistaken about when's my uni holiday day (I thought it was today. Missed my philosophy class). Got one more paper to finish, and one more article to read, but since I've spent most of the day in buses and trains, I read a lot class material (while falling asleep countless times). And I still have to make soup for tomorrow's lunch. Oh well. Paper first, then soup, then light Hanukkah candle, then article, then continue reading one of the two, big, thick, mandatory history books which makes me think "history" is an euphemism for "humans finding ways and reasons to kill other humans".

omnis, I hope you'll be able to get the most out of your date, and vice versa.

Buffistas, do get better. Now.

At that same site is a high-fiving turtle that Jess might enjoy.

He can sit and roll over, too.

Buffistas, do get better. Now.

I'm woking on it. I was feeling better each day but I seem to have taken a turn for the worse this morning. Enough to take the "Cold Terminator" pills provided by the company. They dry up my snoot but make me really high. I hope it's not too busy today. I'm also getting some vitamin C in the form of a clementine right now.

I have to say I'm boggled by how many Buffistae had to put their houses on the market this year when the market tanked. Plei, Suzi, Herself, Cash... It's brutal.

Buffistas, do get better. Now.

I haven't been this sick in a LONG time.

I had my soft-boiled eggs and english muffin this a.m. Tasty.

At the hospital, they gave me an Rx for an anti-nausea drug, and a drug that slows down the smooth muscles in the lower GI tract, to stop/prevent diarrhea. Both drugs had the instructions to take 4 times a day "as needed until diarrhea stops."

Well, how do you know it's stopped, if you're medicating yourself to artificially stop it?

My guts felt fine when I woke up, so I assumed the diarrhea had stopped, so I didn't take the meds. (Surely you can see where this is headed.) Eating breakfast, however, was like starting up a NASCAR engine.

I'll spare you the details of the rest, except to say that now there's laundry in the wash and I am beyond mortified at what nastiness The Boy has calmly dealt with in the last 36 hours. If it was possible to actually die from shame, I would.

No throwing up, though, so I call that a tiny win.

I'm physically sore -- muscles, I mean -- through my entire stomach/abdomen and my back. And I've lost my voice because my throat got so irritated from throwing up over and over.

At least I have a few days before Christmas so I can get better in time for festivities. Everything I've read says that this is a fairly short-lived illness (like 1-2 days generally), so I'm hoping to not be an outlier.

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man that sucks Teppy. I hope you feel better soon.

Are soft-boiled eggs the ones you eat from an egg cup?

Are soft-boiled eggs the ones you eat from an egg cup?

Yes. Or, some people do; I don't. I cook them for 4 minutes and then crack and scoop them all together into a bowl.

Teppy, here is something to distract you: Sock & Awe game

WhooHoo! less than a month to go!!!

At 4 minutes I guess the yolks are pretty much solid. To me the perfect soft-boiled egg is completely solid white, and mostly liquid yolk just starting to turn solid where it touches the whites.