For three weeks? Poor you. I'd gladly share the hot chocolate with you, sat you in a comfy rocking chair near the fireplace in the cottage, cover you with a pretty warm comforter and would let you rest for several days... if you wouldn't get better, I'd go to the doctor's with you.
Hope you get well soon.
I have a plan: attack!
My fiance already threatend to pull me to the doctor by the hair if necessary.Your way sounds alot nicer.
Actually I´m trying one last way of getting rid off it. Vodka. My russian friend swears by it. At least being sick gets more fun this way.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
Grrr at your fiance, that's a way to get the lady to see the doctor? Men...Where's some romantic idea when you need one... does he read?
Vodka? Tasteless thing. Try whiskeyinstead. Still, drinking when ill's not a very good idea in my opinion.
I have a plan: attack!
You know - what doesn´t kill makes you stronger.
He reads. And writes. He tried asking nicely. I think I said Grrr.
Vodka actually tastes better the more you drink.
Whiskey is to good. Might end bad.
(don´t worry. I´m not drinking as much as it sounds)
Last edited by Isagel; 01-03-2004 at 09:22 PM.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
lol, ok then. Would asking you nicelly help to get you to the doctor's? Would you please reconsider that?
He gave up asking nicelly that soon? Or you've been grrr-ing (lol) on him for two weeks already?
I have a plan: attack!
mark.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
marking to make up for lost marks.
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
marking for the sheer hell of it
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mark.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
Hey guys, how've you all been all the time???
Oh, I almost forgot, ...
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I have a plan: attack!
ok. not great. not dying. Somewhere in the chunky middle ground of day to day mediocracy. I wish my life were more interesting. I like the idea of being narcoleptic. Or maybe I'm just tired. I'll just fall asleep at the keyboard now!
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
Diploma Month... YAYYYYYY.
#%$#%^ Diplomas.
Mark
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Stanislaw Lem
1921 - 2006, Rest In Peace.
"Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible"
what's diploma month?
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
A month when one does his/her diploma paper? Receives a diploma??? No idea...
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