Thursday, October 30, 2008


I have ... something. I've been feeling exponentially worse each day since Saturday. Yesterday, I froze all day long, even sitting in front of a heater. Today, I've had a few sweating sessions. Fever, no doubt; not good. I don't know what this is. To call it the flu would be a misnomer, because I don't think it is. It's not exactly a cold, either, because while there's some sneezing and a few sniffles, there's no coughing. Mainly, it's headache, chills, and achiness. I guess I'll just call it -- the thing. I have a thing. I don't want this thing. I'd like for this thing to go away now.

I have other thingamabobs on my plate and in my way as well, most of them not glam or exciting or worth wasting much time on. I'm a little weary of tripping over thingamabobs. Some of these thingamabobs need to blow up, vaporize, vanish, or otherwise be gone. So many thingamabobs, so little time.

You Are a Werewolf

You are moody and easily provoked.

You are highly loyal and protective of those you love.

While you can be intense at times, you are generally a laid back person.

But if a fight comes your way, you will fight 'til the death if necessary.

You seem normal to most people. No one understands how different you can be.

It's like a switch flips for you sometimes - and then you're a completely different creature.

Words Gone Wild is guilty of appalling blasfomy today. If you can interpret this lot, you're definitely one up on me.

pole workers - Exotic dancers.

He was fatally killed.


VE said...

I hear the plague is going around...

Wear lots of garlic. Have a blood letting. And get lots of rest.

Anonymous said...

the thing
is the worst!

S E R E N A   J O Y !!!

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ps -- adutlery: i'd suggest eating utensils for lovers, but that would be cheating... so maybe... brace yourself...

cheating utensils

Skunkfeathers said...

he was fatally killed: *thump thump*...whoa, Earl, wha wuz that? Aw horsefeathers, Jethro, ah think we jest runnd over somepin...go back 'n see...*thump thump*...wahl, ah'll be a suck egg mule, Earl...ya runnd ovah a danged Yankee hyar...wahl, les go git some hep fer 'em...*thump thump*...uh, Earl, ya reckon we awta git 'em outta da road hyar first? Yawp, Jethro, ah reckon les go back 'n move 'em...*thump thump*...

You git over that thangamoblob thang what's you gots, Ms Serena!

Serena said...

It's funny you should mention bloodletting, VE. I bit my lip today and the thang bled like a stuck pig. If you think hanging garlic around my neck will get rid of this plague, I'm on it. I'm melting down my silver bullets, too.:)

/t.! I love what you did with "adutlery." It's perfect. I'm going to run and see if I have any in my kitchen drawer. The thing feels better this evening, thanks. I think I just may live.:)

LOL at your little fatality tale, Skunk. And don't you worry none 'bout this here thang. Imo feed it or starve it or whatever it is ye're supposed to do to them thangs and it'll turn tail and run like a yellow-bellied -- thang. It might even git runned down on the highway out yonder.:)

G-Man said...

You ARE a Werewolf...
That describes you perfectly.

Serena said...

LOL, G. Now you know.:)