Medieval art at the Met, supposedly Cupid atop a raging beast
'cept the plague! Thursday caught me with the same fricasseeing fever. My brains were getting watery. Then I got an email from work! They found teachers to take over my classes and I won't be back to work for another week, lest I get fired when I call in on Monday. Sigh. A week of freedom! The irony of it all. Should I thank the flu, or forsake it further?
Today I'm feeling:
the languishing effects of death's choke hold
But, like a greased pig, I'm hard to kill. It's a gift and a curse. What can I say? What can you say?!
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