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[hathycol]

Dear tonsils and infection residing within,

Fuck off. I have RESTED and I have DRANK FLUIDS and I am smiting you with antibiotics, THERE IS NOUGHT ELSE I CAN DO. If you're going to make me ill, and make my tonsils swell up, and my ears hurt, and be constantly exhausted, at least give me some FUCKINBG LARYNGITUS so I sound pathetic enough to be sent home from work a bit early.

Kind regards,

Host body.

I am tired. I have nothing interesting to write about that is not a whinge about how tired I am, so instead I am desperately trying to get my prompt for where_no_woman finished up, because it is the most marvellous prompt and in my head it could be the most marvellous story but as I am lazy it is so far beyond being finished. FAIL, SELF.

Oh yeah, but today I found out in work that they are looking to keep me on full time. This is obviously A Good Thing and I'm not particularly distraught about it - work is work, at the end of the day - but to be honest at least if they had Let Me Go at the end of the summer then I could have gone with grace and style, etc, and then had the kick up the arse I need to look for new work in a new part of the country.

Oh well. Work is work and I won't argue with the money.

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[tau_sigma]

*hugs* EVIL TONSILS. Maybe if they keep this up, you can have them removed and then they won't ever do it again? Maybe you should at least threaten them with that.

Money is good, but I hope you find somewhere else soon. Your work sounds beyond awful, some days.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

My tonsils have now returned to normaly size and LONG MAY THEY STAY THAT WAY. You have to have tonsilitus twelve times in a year to be put on the waiting list, and frankly if they flare up again between now and December I'm taking them out myself with a spoon.

Money is good. I am holding on to this thought a lot.