Ugh.

[slipjig3]

I have a cold straight from purgatory.
I'm still hung over from the NyQuil.
I'm grumpy.
Anna's been having some nasty, decidedly un-fun med issues.
The doctor has not returned her calls.
On the other hand, my birthday is in two days.
So.

*falls over, stone dead*

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[slipjig.livejournal.com]

THanks. (Assuming I'm well enough to do so, you guys up for games tomorrow night?)

[botia.livejournal.com]

The Boy has to work til late :(

And then, we have to go to bed to be fresh for his parents to visit.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Phooey. Ah, well. Another time, then? (I already know what I'm getting from Anna, and thanks to y'all, I already know I'm addicted to it. *evil grin*)