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Thursday, March 3

Today is a special day

Five years ago today my sweet Maudry Moo and my pretty-pretty Joss were born.

I'd also like to give a meow out to Drew (who lives in parts unknown) Osward (who lives with Theanna) and Mimi (who still lives Di and Mikey)-- happy birthday, fur-laden love bunnies one and all.

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Wednesday, March 2

Not fair

How is it that I was sick in bed for a week and I didn't lose any weight?

Today is the first day that I didn't need to take a nap. I've been up since 10 and feel like I'm going to fall over, but at least I didn't nap. The end seems to be in sight, my ears have started to pop when I yawn and suddenly I can hear again, so I got that going for me.

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Sunday, February 27

Also...

I'd like someone to read to me. Some comforting children's book would be best. Nothing funny, laughing hurts, something sweet but not so sweet that it might make me cry. A story like a warm, not too tight embrace with a cool hand on my forehead, that's what I want.

The taste of St. Joseph's Baby Asprin fading on my tongue as the feeling of sleep washes over me and carries me into the darkness of unknowing.

Hmmm. Pretty.

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Sunday in Fluville

Watching the Oscars after a 4 hour nap, biding my time until I can go back to bed. The only movie I've see up for anything is The Incredibles. I was a bad movie goer this year. Oh, wait, I saw Spider-man 2, also. I really didn't see many flicks though. I'm upset that Shaun of the Dead isn't up for anything. It was such a good movie. I should watch that again soon. It's not like I'm going anywhere any time this week. I don't think I'm even going to go to therapy this week. My voice is so bad I don't want to spend an hour talking and another week without my real voice.

I'm in the mood to write, but the energy it would take is the only thing that's keeping me upright right now. I wonder why illness makes me feel creative. Is it the hallucinogenic feel of a fever that I'm mistaking for creativity? Or is it the lack of energy to do anything physical that makes my inner playthings come to life?

I wish someone would make me some soup.

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