At the seam of the rocks and the trees, it roars
According to this morning's doctor, I seem to have none of flu, strep, or coronavirus, but that still leaves me with a vicious sore throat, ears ringing like the 1812 Overture, and a level of fatigue so bad I was in bed by midnight. I feel like I had a cold already and then I got another cold on top. It's a bad sundae.
On the lovely side,
asakiyume just designed a label for the apocalyptic beer I dreamed about. I don't drink beer, but I would buy that bottle for the art if it existed outside of either of our heads.
(I'm not sure what drinking it would do to you.)
On the lovely side,
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(I'm not sure what drinking it would do to you.)
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I'd love to see a festival of the films she clothed.
Bleargh. I am so sorry about the evil parfait of viruses. I take Dr. Autolycus is in close attendance?
He is. I spent much of last night under his expert care. Hestia, too, put her head against my chest and purred intently for a half-hour, which is the only kind of cat scan to have.
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Goddesses, yes. Great designer, great taste in films.
Aw, cats.
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