Don't stop 'til you get enough.
Oct. 16th, 2007 08:13 pmBrainwashed is my favoured Internet radio tipple. Ambient industrial like it would have been starting from the '70s. Post-punks in black, appreciate. MP3 stream.
Still unwell. This is the third week of this viral lung thing and I've had enough, thanks. Coughing up clear crap, gasping for air after coming down the stairs, fine if I don't move or do anything. Freda seems to have caught it and gotten over it quickly enough (courtesy her mother's Wolverine-like immune system) and
redcountess seems to have caught it and to be stuck with it.
(I didn't note before that Liz's telemarketing job disappeared that day — apparently she's not obnox aggressive enough to solicit donations for a charity. Meh!)
Freda remains Teh Cute™ and can now almost sit up by herself!
We are off to Whitby. We are doing a long holiday this time, with all of us and
mirrorshard going — arriving late Monday and coming back two weekends later. We expect a lot of touring the wilds of Yorkshire. My number is 07733 223 584. We have no plans to purchase spa tickets, still having been unable to extract our refunds for last October's fiasco from the incompetent fools. (I know many of you are their dear friends, so if you object to this characterisation you can get our money out of them. Four tickets at full price. Thanks.) You?
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-16 10:05 pm (UTC)Sounds like pneumonia aftereffects -- be careful with that shit! And get Liz to the doctor, if she hasn't already been. (It does sound like you're getting over it.)
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Date: 2007-10-16 10:22 pm (UTC)I want to go to Whitby :(
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:59 am (UTC)Hanuted tour of the British Isles!! Plus a bit of Harry Potter and Dr Who nerdery thrown in I reckon!!
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:31 am (UTC)Apparently, actually, it's the first 8 months of 1993 all over again.