The Snuffle of Winter
Nov. 23rd, 2004 10:11 amI'm still so congested, and coughing like a beggar with the consumption. I feel sorry for whoever has to sit next to me on the plane tomorrow. I hope at least it's someone mean and awful, who deserves the punishment of proximity to me for seven tormented transatlantic hours. Someone just plain rotten who has a black mark beside their name in the Big Book, so that I can be used as an instrument of Karmic Justice upon them.
~sniffle, cough, wheeze~
~sniffle, cough, wheeze~
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Date: 2004-11-23 09:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-23 01:08 pm (UTC)