When real things happen to imaginary people

Why yes, I'm still working from home. I'm no longer as quite as congested, coughing, or achey as I was earlier in the week, but have NO energy reserves. Washing out a cooking pot exhausts me. I don't know what strain of the death flu hit me, but I sincerely hope NONE of you have to suffer it.

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So, pink & black stripy jacket that I was burbling about last night! The young lady wearing it replied to my private message that I sent her via the Emilie Autumn forum. It turns out the jacket was from Miss Selfridges in London ... four or five years ago. Fie! Of course, you know what this means, right?

Dear UK Friends who frequent thrift and charity shops,

Um, yeah. If you see a pink & black striped jacket in a UK size 14, please please purchase it for me, and I will pay you back and send you prezzies.

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Bah. Onward to copy editing I trudge.

Most definitely the plague.

I foolishly thought I felt well enough yesterday to wander around the Phinney Ridge/Greenwood yardsale day. In hindsight, that was a BAD decision.

I feel awful. And incapable of getting GCS writing done. Stupid flu.

Well, more like sickcouch, but that doesn't have the same Victorian-esque and consumptive ring to it.

• Dear staxxy: the big bag of "Feel Better" tea that you made me a while ago is a lifesaver. It's making my throat hurt less. Thank you.



• Dear Amazon.com: thank you for delivering my eagerly-awaited copy of The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray to me today. If I'm going to be stuck at home sick, at least I have a new book to read.



• Dear kitties of the household:
one of you furry creatures had better curl up on my feet and keep me company. It's in the contract, dammit. EDIT: Apparently the boykitties got the message, because both of them are curled up on my feet now. Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia, is snoozing on the other sofa.


• And finally, dear stroppy_baggage: thank you for taking such good care of me.

Ugh. When standing up and making a cup of tea makes one feel dangerously woozy and tired, things are Not Good.


P.S. Dear everyone who has voted for me, thank you!