Thursday, December 13, 2007


That's a germ, if you believe everything you read. It is stuck in my sinus cavity. And in my eyes. And my eyelids, they are 100 billion degrees. Oh, and he has an intestinal relative, that I don't want to bring up. Is it possible to feel your pulse in your eardrum? Someone pull the shades. Look at my throat: Bleah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Kids. The press conferences story is going to have to wait. I am now going to attempt to crawl from my sofa to my bed, I have no idea why; why bother?!

Discuss amongst yourselves if you don't hear from me in the next couple of days. Hey, I wonder how long it would take for someone to find me if...

...never mind. My fevered imagination runs amok.

Later, gators.


  1. Ack! You have my sympathy, lady. The east coast flu bug I picked up last month was awful.

    Need some chicken soup?

    Ritz crackers?

    Bio-hazard bubble suit?


  2. Rumblegut sucks.... Sorry to hear you feel sick. It's no fun being sick during the holidays---get better soon. Rest, sleep,...and *chocolate*....


  3. Get well soon, and stay away from the daytime tv: that stuff will rot your soul.


  4. Guess that is the price you have to pay for hanging with politicians :)

    Stay in bed and get some kind soul to bring you soup.

  5. I'm at the end of week 2 (and still bitching about it)with this germ bug.

    Poor baby, and I mean it ... it sucks being sick ... take care and I hope it gets out of your system soon.

  6. Damn, see what happens when you get around politicians.

    Don't worry, I am sure Clint will check on you before your kitty gets desperately hungry. ;)

    Sleep, fluids, sex, fluids, sleep. Yup. Thats the cure.

    Get well soon, sweetheart.

  7. OH NO! Feel better. Wish I was closer; I'd bring you chicken soup. Take care!


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