From Fiona's backpack
Fiona finally cleared out her backpack today and passed something on to me that I found quite amusing: imagine what would happen if an English teacher got a hold of Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.
(Click on it three times to see it close up.)
In other news, I passionately want to rip out my lungs. My family is trying to dissuade me, telling me that I need them. My response is that they are absolutely no use to me right now and in fact are driving me crazy.
Hmm. I guess I'll hold on to 'em now, at least until I finish this cup of tea and see whether that allows me to sleep.
Feverish. I hope I don't have to go into work tomorrow--unless there is some snafu with that order for an extension we're expecting from the Court and I have to go in to do a filing after all, hacking away.
corrected Gettysburg Address |
(Click on it three times to see it close up.)
In other news, I passionately want to rip out my lungs. My family is trying to dissuade me, telling me that I need them. My response is that they are absolutely no use to me right now and in fact are driving me crazy.
Hmm. I guess I'll hold on to 'em now, at least until I finish this cup of tea and see whether that allows me to sleep.
Feverish. I hope I don't have to go into work tomorrow--unless there is some snafu with that order for an extension we're expecting from the Court and I have to go in to do a filing after all, hacking away.
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And now my pastor (and boss) is going through something similar to when I started evincing asthma symptoms. What is it about living here that eventually does this to a person? It's happened to her a lot faster than to me, though; she's been here for about ten years now and I had lived here all of my life before, at 40, I started having asthma symptoms. Without my medication I can barely function; with it I'm just fine. Don't put it off, Peg! Go see the doctor and get what you need ASAP!
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