Halle-effing-lujah!
May. 3rd, 2004 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There's a penicillin script waiting for me at the pharmacy down the street. Finally.
*is tired of being dead*
ETA: Also? It's not pleasant to get a cough drop stuck to the top ball of the barbell that runs through your tongue. Just in case that ever comes up.
*is tired of being dead*
ETA: Also? It's not pleasant to get a cough drop stuck to the top ball of the barbell that runs through your tongue. Just in case that ever comes up.
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Date: 2004-05-03 01:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-03 03:09 pm (UTC)Also? When my immune system kicks in, by god it kicks in. My piercings are irritated, my tattoos are raised, I'm breaking out in rashes, and the glands in my neck are visibly swollen. Ew. Okay, so that was probably TMI, but I can get away with it because I'm sick.
*kisses the antibiotic bottle again and goes to lie down*
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-03 04:26 pm (UTC)...have you ever seen a dog trying to eat peanut butter? That's kind of how I felt. The ball sank into the chewy/sticky outside of the cough drop and.... Well, you'll just have to imagine it for yourself. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-04 09:53 am (UTC)