Oof.

There is such a thing as too much activity. Between back-to-back visitors from far away, crazy driving tours through the backroads of Scotland, and long days in the incubating, air-conditioned environment of the National Library, the microscopic bugs of this Northern Realm have finally claimed me. Thankfully I have a monstrous constitution, and this is really the first time I’ve been truly flu-ridden during my time here – blame it on the sausage and whisky. Makes a man sturdy, you know.

It was lovely to have my chums over the water, and as always it is a stabilizing and comforting situation, especially when I have the good fortune to introduce old friends to new and have splendid experiences with them in a brand new context. But now I pay for it, as great clots of foreign matter congeal within my esophagus and the very plaster in the cornice shakes as I cough and wheeze and cry and mewl. Feeling sympathetic yet?

It’s okay! I have unbounded reserves of health! I have an undying will to become more than I am! An ever-charging tenacity that shall crush viral invaders even now gang-banging within my bloodstream! Just you wait, you little shits.

But really, Paracetamol is my only friend. She’ll keep me warm tonight as I sadly have to take a pass on seolta’s Mexican night. You can wear my bandolier of six-shooters in lieu of my appearance, however. I’ll be back up by Tuesday’s Hedwig-a-thon. Just keep the lemon and whisky a-flowing.

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It will be interesting in the Archives tomorrow, watching the librarians eyeing me speculatively while I hack and wheeze all over Coll Macdonald of Barrisdale’s personal correspondence. Let’s see how long it takes until they kick me out. And thanks to my oddball friends from back home, ol’ Bonnie Prince Charlie shall from this point forward be known as Blondie Poncey Pedro. Why I find this so excruciatingly funny is totally beyond me, and may simply be a side-effect of my current illness.

9 Responses to “Oof.”

  1. fragiletender Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 1:15 am

    Pet, pet, pet, there, there. Sending virtual hot toddies in your general direction.

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 6:35 pm

    Aren't you the sweetest? Thanks for the good stuff.
    🙂

  3. agntprovocateur Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 2:15 am

    An ever-charging tenacity that shall crush viral invaders even now gang-banging within my bloodstream! Just you wait, you little shits
    zap…. Zap… ZAP!
    give them buggers a good beatin'.
    hope you feel better!

  4. FunkyPlaid Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 6:36 pm

    If I would have known you shot lasers out of your butt, I would have worshiped you as a goddess a long time ago.
    Thank you sincerely!

  5. agntprovocateur Says:
    July 19th, 2004 at 12:56 am

    butt lasers?
    those are JUST the ones you've seen!
    heh!

  6. antipathy_q Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 3:34 am

    I hope you feel better Darren….sending "feels goods" all the way from Seattle.
    Poor Sweetie!

  7. FunkyPlaid Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 6:37 pm

    Did you remember to pay VAT on them so I don't have to? I hear that 'feels goods' from so far away can be pretty expensive.
    Thank you kindly.

  8. angledge Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 10:24 am

    Take care of yourself, please. And of course if you need anything … IM or call. I'll see you Tuesday at the Monkey.

  9. FunkyPlaid Says:
    July 18th, 2004 at 6:38 pm

    Cheers, Ange. Almost hacked this little bastard out of me. Should be gone by tomorrow, for sure.
    Xo.

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