IF YOU FIND THIS MESSAGE
YOU ARE AFRIEND INDEED
AND YOUR ARE A SOVIOUR FROM
THE DEEPS,
-message in bottle found by the beachcombing crew that unearthed the objects currently residing in an enormous wooden cabinet in the Tate Britain, London
I'm sick. Being sick sucks. Not because I'm disgusting and spouting inconvenient fluids at every intersection, and not (entirely) because of the inevitable headache, but because I get to stay home in bed and not do anything for an entire day. When I'm healthy I can fill the minutes and forget about what I'm doing with my time, but now I'm doomed to melancholy contemplation in my room, and an aching back because I don't know how to sit in bed.
That's what I had to say. I'm sick but not dead, even though I've been a very bad blogger and my skull feels like it's been smashed about with bricks.
star-weaver
1 comment:
You're sick, but you're (semi-) back.
Yay!
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