Non-specific crud
Apr. 12th, 2005 12:12 pmI've had some sort of...whatever the hell this is for the last three days. A cold that doesn't quite happen, just lodges in my throat. Feels like someone's been ploughing the back forty in there. Oh, and I feel like I've been beaten up by people wielding 101 gin-filled balloons. Why gin, I'm not sure—but that's what it feels like—that crisp bite of gin combined with a damned good thrashing. And maybe they're thicker than your average balloon.
So if I've promised you a critique, I'll get to them eventually. The intention is strong, the flesh is weak. Alas.
And chapter 18 of Night Warrior is almost done, and Thomasina is nagging, but they'll all have to wait until this non-specific crud decides what it's going to do.
Alas.
So if I've promised you a critique, I'll get to them eventually. The intention is strong, the flesh is weak. Alas.
And chapter 18 of Night Warrior is almost done, and Thomasina is nagging, but they'll all have to wait until this non-specific crud decides what it's going to do.
Alas.
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