can't sleep. clowns will eat me
Oct. 25th, 2006 04:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanI am up, at the unGodlike hour of four-forty-five aye em, because my joints and muscles hurt so much I can't sleep.
I have no idea what the fuck this cold virus is made of, but it is some kind of superbug. I have been battling this bastard for two solid weeks and whenever I think I'm winning it just comes back in a different form.
Maybe I have the flu and I'm just too dumb to fall down.
To add to my annoyance, Axel and I discovered the location of the mouse banquet going on in our kitchen and spent two days disassembling everything, scrubbing it with an inch of it's artificial-pine veneer, and putting it back together again with additional mouse-proofing. There were Lilliputan pyramids of mouse turds. I'm not kidding, it was nasty. Horking and blowing and having to stop for "sit-downs" the entire time.
Maybe I have hanta virus.
Maybe I should go back to bed.
I have no idea what the fuck this cold virus is made of, but it is some kind of superbug. I have been battling this bastard for two solid weeks and whenever I think I'm winning it just comes back in a different form.
Maybe I have the flu and I'm just too dumb to fall down.
To add to my annoyance, Axel and I discovered the location of the mouse banquet going on in our kitchen and spent two days disassembling everything, scrubbing it with an inch of it's artificial-pine veneer, and putting it back together again with additional mouse-proofing. There were Lilliputan pyramids of mouse turds. I'm not kidding, it was nasty. Horking and blowing and having to stop for "sit-downs" the entire time.
Maybe I have hanta virus.
Maybe I should go back to bed.