I am not getting sick. I repeat. I am not getting sick.
It must have been that the heat was on too high in the hotel room last night. That's why my throat is so sore. It has to be that hotels just have crummy air circulation, that's why I'm so lightheaded.
I do not have time to be ill. I can get sick on Sunday. That will be fine. I'll be in Kingston and my Mummy will be able to take care of me. Blake and Kirsten's wedding will be over, as will any commitments to looking like a healthy and happy human being. Sunday is just a keen time to get sick. But not today. Today I have 5 hours of conference left and a train ride to K-Town. I don't want to be the sick girl that everyone on the train gives the "you are infecting us all you evil beast" looks.
Boo and more importantly -urns.
Today's sing-a-long song: "Through the Wire" by Kanye West
HRH
posted by Her Highnessness at 11:58
1 Comments:
Uh-oh.
That sounds precisely like the symptoms I've been experiencing for the past week. Since, uhm, I was, er, over at your place.
Despite the fact that this seems to be one of those things that's "going around" (3 people have it within 20ft of my cube at work), I really hope that I wasn't the carrier in this case.
3:11 PM
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