Thursday, 24 November 2011

Shhh. This conversation isn't secure.

No sooner do I write about longing for sick days when I'm sidelined by a cold/flu (still haven't been able to figure out the difference when one smacks me in the white blood cells).

Ginger. Garlic. Lemon. Club Soda. And rest. Not at the same time, though. Gross, you guys.

Kitteh.

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