DSA: ILU, Jon Stewart. Plus coughing/aching/sneezing/fever/hallucinating?

[triedunture]

First of all, I did something pretty frigging awesome this week.

Then I promptly got sick as a dog. Which stank because the Visiting Boys wanted to go do fun things, like dance and drink and carouse and generally behave in a manner befitting their Visitor status. But I really just wanted to curl up into a ball and quietly wither away. Someday I'll tell the hilarious story of what a gay bar looks like through feverish eyes.

I can't imagine how I'll live through work tomorrow on no energy. This is just not the time to get ill. Also, I feel bad for getting Tony sick too. I'm sorry, m'colleague!

Whatever! I'll just retreat into my fantasy land where I'm Mrs. Jon Stewart.

Man, I have a ton of flist to catch up on. And writing to do. Plz to be patient while I get back into teh groove?

Comments

[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear you're ailing!

And, hrm, sorry to have had to bail on you at the eleventh hour, but glad it didn't spoil your awesome.

[smutnazi.livejournal.com]

Feel better!

Although you did just get to see The Leib, and the Lieb is the coolest guy on the planet. (although I completely envy you for seeing him host the Daily Show and not just talk about what a shithole his former hometown is.) That's enough to make ANYONE feel better.

[sweet-fallacy.livejournal.com]

Gah! So. Damn. Jealous. Words can hardly express-- just, GAH! (Of the first part, not the latter. Obviously.) Would so risk a plague to go to TDS.

[hwshipper.livejournal.com]

Someday I'll tell the hilarious story of what a gay bar looks like through feverish eyes.

Yes, please do!