Sickbed blues

How the hell I manage to feel worse after three days of predominant bedrest I have no idea. I really thought I was on the mend and now my fucking sinuses are in on the act. How I do hate the 'flu.

I wanted to get out and get some fresh air this afternoon. Yeah, right; that's gonna happen. It'll have to be Saturday, I suppose.

Now if you'll excuse me, the cat has taken over my bed. I'm going to go reclaim it (giving her the chair as compensation), curl up into a little ball and try not to die. Hate the fuckin' flu. Hate it hate it hate it.

Weasel...

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No, corone, the last question doesn't negate the others. I answered Slytherin for that one. I don't know why I bother; every time I do this sort of thing it comes up Gryffindor. I do answer honestly... How is it that I'm a champion of justice and do-gooding now? Hell, anyone who's been on the receiving end of one of my plots (be they Mage, fiction, real life, whatever) really should know better.

On a pretty much unrelated note, I am forcibly reminded that I am the sort of person who comes up with insults like "weaselbitch". I wonder what it is about weasels that make them such good animals to incorporate into an insult? I mean, "techno-weasel" was another one at one time (God knows if anyone still uses that one). The thing is that weasels are just another, slightly more vicious type of ferret. And no one would think "ferretbitch" would work as an insult... But then, from a purely phonetic point of view, it doesn't scan.

Okay, when you're deconstructing your own damn insults, there is something very, very wrong with you.