Yes, I am sick again. Sick and absolutely miserable. I have Bette Davis's voice again, it feels like a porcupine took up residence in my throat and then invited friends, and my chest is apparently housing a family of mini rhinoceroses, who like to tap dance. My head feels like a pinata that a bunch of nine-old little leaguers are playing with. I have no energy, I'm cranky, and I have no chicken noodle soup. This is not going to be a happy weekend.
I had planned to go hiking today. Instead I'm ensconced in my chair, trying to find a DVD to distract me (I can't seem to focus on a book right now). Jasper, meanwhile, has apparently taken offense at something done by his rope toy and is fighting it to the death, as well as growling "ferociously."
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