Title - Wish For - 1 of ?
Author - Lady Disdain
E-mail - The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Rating - PG-13 (mild language)
Category - 
Description - 
Summary - Be careful what you wish for...
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully and their ensemble cast 
are owned by Fox. Characters of my own invention are 
owned by me. (Wow that even makes sense, I think.)
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Wish For - 1 of ? by Lady Disdain 
<The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com>

"Be careful what you wish for
You may regret it
Be careful what you wish for
You just might get it"
 - Metallica 

 Orange Dayquil. That's what I want, an opaque little 
plastic cup filled to the brim with the thick syrupy 
drink of the gods that I know as orange Dayquil.

 Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating but my throat hurts 
like hell and I don't even have any Tylenol. God, if 
only orange Dayquil didn't make me pass out and 
convulse.

....I'm strange like that, hypoglycemia, low 
blood pressure, and a combination of a bunch of other 
odd things have led me to a life full of clean 
living. Hell, I live cleaner than my parents and 
their born-again Christians for Chrissake. (No pun 
intended.)

 Speaking of my parents, who the hell names their kid 
Mary anymore? What's with that? I mean if you're 
going to give your kid a boring name why the hell 
would you give them a name that just happened to also 
belong to the mother of God? A lady who was 
completely and totally without sin. What does *that* 
say about your expectations for your child? I am so 
changing my name first chance I get. Mary Langly. 
What were they *thinking*? 

 But that's not what I'm talking about. Man, I 
remember the last time I was sick and got Dayquil, it 
was sweet! I mean like I had all of these assignments 
and reports due for school and then I *luck out* and 
get a 102 fever along with a sore throat and cough. 
Your probably think I'm some sort of masochist now 
but that's just cause your underestimating the feel 
good powers of orange Dayquil. It's wonderful! It 
like, gives your throat this wonderful coating, you 
just feel warm and cozy instead of feverish and I 
think there must be caffeine in there somewhere. 
(Which I'm now not allowed to have in *any* form 
now...grrr...)

 I remember I just laid around and read all day. That 
was when I first got into Affirmations. I remember my 
good buddy Kelly...(A nice plain name, means warrior 
woman. Maybe I'll change my name to Kelly. Kelly 
Langly. Hm, too many l-y's in there...) Anyway, Kelly 
told me about it. She claimed it brought her and 
Trent together. 

 The trouble was if I brought a book home about Daily 
Affirmations, my parents would give me a lecture on 
how it was the Devil's work and how God controls our 
destiny and ground me for like...forever. 

 So, Kelly and I found a loophole. This one comedian 
had a very serious chapter about Affirmations in the 
midst of his usual antics in one of his books. We got 
a copy of it from the library and I brought it home 
the day before I got sick. After reading the chapter 
several times with my trusty dusty bottle of orange 
Dayquil close at hand I decided to give it a try.

 I went for something outlandish. Everyday that week 
I wrote in my journal fifteen times that I would get 
an A on all of the assignments I had due that week. 
This was outlandish considering that I'd only started 
about half of them and the fact that I'm a B student. 
But I'm not just any ole B student, I am a serial B 
student. Never anything below never anything above, 
just a B. Always.

 It was my fifth day of Affirmations when my beloved 
Dayquil (and its lovely noir version, Nightquil) 
betrayed me. And my mom came '  ' this close to 
finding out about Affirmations. I had just finished 
my writing and was pouring myself a generous cup of 
Nightquil when all of a sudden I started seeing 
spots. Little black splotches just popping up 
everywhere. Then I passed out and nearly hit my head 
on the dresser. Mom's banging on my door br