Bleh. I'm sick. I hate being sick more than anything.
I want someone to come and take care of me, make me chicken soup and hot toddys and bring me magazines and videos and talk to me and be nice to me. Little kids don't understand a sick mom. I'm hoping Big Daddy will come home from work early and take them outside for awhile. Right now we're camped out with Spirited Away and The Iron Giant.
I pray that none of my mamas go into labor.
I want someone to come and take care of me, make me chicken soup and hot toddys and bring me magazines and videos and talk to me and be nice to me. Little kids don't understand a sick mom. I'm hoping Big Daddy will come home from work early and take them outside for awhile. Right now we're camped out with Spirited Away and The Iron Giant.
I pray that none of my mamas go into labor.
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but being sick isn't so good, but I kinda like the excuse to be self-indulgent and lie about on the sofa for a few days drinking tea in my pyjamas, reading my flatmates back issues of Vogue and watching kids tv.
I don't like the dreams though. Whenever I get ill with the flu or sinusitis (euch) I get really vivid recurring David Lynchesque dreams which really freak me out...
hope you feel better soon though,
big big hugs
xxxxx r
have you heard Erase Errata? I haven't heard any of their stuff, but they look gorgeous (*swoons*) and I've heard them described (by Tobi Vail I think..) as kinda like The Slits meets Le Tigre meets the yeah yeah yeahs, whatever that sounds like.
[Edited on May 22, 2003]