What Goes Down Must Come Up

I think maybe I’m sick. My first clue was when I woke up at five am and everything I’ve ever eaten in my life came gushing out of me. In fact, I think the force of my barfiness was so strong I hurled up stuff I haven’t eaten yet. Food from the future. But, despite my almost constant wish for the sweet release of death I’m here, online, to play WoW with my bestist buddy Jamie. We never see each other anymore and I said I would and I’m a woman of my word.

Yesterday we did a bit of early spring cleaning, then moved some furniture around and cursed at my Eye Toy for awhile. The cleaning and the lifting of heavy things and the exercise have taken their toll. The air around me hurts.

I absolutely refuse to get sick, I have entirely to much work to do and to many people counting on me. So as soon as the sparklies in front of my eyes go away and I figure out how I got on the floor I’m going to get to work. Honest….. ::falls asleep::.

Good luck and blessings, Prana

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