Sick. I'm sick. I have a head cold - the first in two years. I hate being sick. I have no tollerance for my sick self. I'd rather walk on blistered feet than have this muzzy brain feeling. I can't abide by my own weakness. It's just a cold though, and not even the really bad version that most people seem to be getting. *cough... sputter....sniff*
*sigh*
Comes over with the big box of tissues, a bottle of good whisky, a few lemons and a jar of honey...
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Aw, Gordon, you da best! Skip the kettle, just hand over the bottle! There's a lad....
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