Too bored to be ill, too ill to be bored...

[SweetWitch]

Don't you just hate sick days? I can't sleep. I'm too tired to write. I want soup, so it's simmering on the stove. I should smack the puppy down for tearing at my shoe, but I don't have the energy. The cat got on the counter, but the pillow I threw fell well-short of the mark, so he's still up there. I'd yell, but my voice is gone.

There's nothing good on TV. Housework is staring me in the face, but I'll be damned if I do it on my sick day. I'm almost out of tissues. That could be an issue.

Snerk. I rhymed.

What's left to do but stare daggers at the neighbors for no particular reason?

 

[PennLady]

Don't you just hate sick days? I can't sleep. I'm too tired to write. I want soup, so it's simmering on the stove. I should smack the puppy down for tearing at my shoe, but I don't have the energy. The cat got on the counter, but the pillow I threw fell well-short of the mark, so he's still up there. I'd yell, but my voice is gone.

There's nothing good on TV. Housework is staring me in the face, but I'll be damned if I do it on my sick day. I'm almost out of tissues. That could be an issue.

Snerk. I rhymed.

What's left to do but stare daggers at the neighbors for no particular reason?

No good DVDs? Or too tired to pop one in the player -- and believe me, I know that feeling.
Feel better soon.

 

[SweetWitch]

No good DVDs? Or too tired to pop one in the player -- and believe me, I know that feeling.
Feel better soon.

I'll live. 'Tis just a small thing.

The DVD's are on the other side of the room. No matter how many times I wave my wand, they defy my attempts to levitate them into the machine.

 

[sr71plt]

Apparently you can still work the Internet.

 

[R. Richard]

Place a large lump of brown sugar in a glass. Just cover the lump of brown sugar with dark rum. Sip slowly. (No, it won't do anything for your cold/flu, but after a few of those, you won't care!)

 

[sr71plt]

Place a large lump of brown sugar in a glass. Just cover the lump of brown sugar with dark rum. Sip slowly. (No, it won't do anything for your cold/flu, but after a few of those, you won't care!)

I think that, in sympathy, we all should do that. The power of group binge.

 

[SweetWitch]

Place a large lump of brown sugar in a glass. Just cover the lump of brown sugar with dark rum. Sip slowly. (No, it won't do anything for your cold/flu, but after a few of those, you won't care!)

I don't have any dark rum. Would moonshine work?

Apparently you can still work the Internet.

That's because it's right in front of me. I don't have to move.

 

[LettersFromTatyana]

I don't have any dark rum. Would moonshine work?

Don't know about moonshine and sugar, but my grandmother says that any ailment you have can be cured by either sniffing freshly grated horseradish or eating moonshine-soaked golden raisins.

She's 99 years old, so I think she knows what she's talking about.

 

[R. Richard]

I don't have any dark rum. Would moonshine work?

If it's, "The Real Old Mountain Dew," you can even skip the brown sugar.

 

[SweetWitch]

Horseradish is a well-known sinus tonic. If you have ever ground fresh roots, you know what I'm talking about.

 

[stephen55]

Don't know about moonshine and sugar, but my grandmother says that any ailment you have can be cured by either sniffing freshly grated horseradish or eating moonshine-soaked golden raisins.

She's 99 years old, so I think she knows what she's talking about.

Moonshine soaked golden raisins...a cure for any ailment you have...

Soak a few golden raisins in a quart of moonshine for about a minute.

Pour off the moonshine into another quart jar.

Throw away the raisins.

Drink the moonshine.

Don't worry about the ailment you have.

Worry about your pending hangover.

Or not, according to taste.

 

[SweetWitch]

Moonshine soaked golden raisins...a cure for any ailment you have...

Soak a few golden raisins in a quart of moonshine for about a minute.

Pour off the moonshine into another quart jar.

Throw away the raisins.

Drink the moonshine.

Don't worry about the ailment you have.

Worry about your pending hangover.

Or not, according to taste.

I like your plan better.

 

[michchick98]

Moonshine soaked raisins, non-levitating DVDs and misbehaving pets be damned! Hope you feel better soon.

 

[SweetWitch]

Moonshine soaked raisins, non-levitating DVDs and misbehaving pets be damned! Hope you feel better soon.

Thanks, Chickles.

 

[Handley_Page]

Raisins, dark rum, brown sugar; so far so good.
Levitation may not work too well with the above.
Moonshine does not help - at all.

Get Well Soon, Molly.

 

[Safe_Bet]

You just need a serving of some nice hot chick nookie!

I guarantee it will make you feel better!!!!

 

[voluptuary_manque]

It would certainly make me feel better!

 

[PennLady]

I'll live. 'Tis just a small thing.

The DVD's are on the other side of the room. No matter how many times I wave my wand, they defy my attempts to levitate them into the machine.

Oh, you must be sick if the levitation isn't working.

 

[SweetWitch]

It would certainly make me feel better!

It would make you feel better if I got some chick nookie? I think you're looking at this from the wrong angle.

 

[SweetWitch]

Oh, you must be sick if the levitation isn't working.

I know. It's pretty sad when your wand is too tired to conjure. Don't worry. I have chocolate, and chocolate fixes everything.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Dark chocolate and red wine, the secret to long life and good health.

 

[SweetWitch]

Dark chocolate and red wine, the secret to long life and good health.

I've said it so often before.

I'm taking my sore nose to bed. Good night, all.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I've said it so often before.

I'm taking my sore nose to bed. Good night, all.

G'nite, Molly.

 

[SweetWitch]

My nose looks like a goddamn red light bulb. How the hell can one single set of sinuses create so much yuck? Someone turn off the faucet!

 

[AsylumSeeker]

My nose looks like a goddamn red light bulb. How the hell can one single set of sinuses create so much yuck? Someone turn off the faucet!

<Slap-slap> You're not sick unless I say you're sick! You make ME sick, you goddamn chuck-wagon! Get up! Get up! Get the FUCK up you sack of shit! Yeah, keep complaining. There are fucking people who are goddamned dead, and you're not! They're washing up on the goddamn beach and, oh, guess what, you might STINK like a goddamn dead body, but you're still fucking breathing! Yeah, you're still fucking stealing the goddamn air from MY FUCKING lungs, you maggot!

What hurts? What the FUCK hurts, huh? Yeah, be quiet, cuz you don't kow what PAIN IS UNTIL I FUCKING GIVE IT TO YOU!

Why don't you go running off to Namby-Pamby land with those other pussies that can't understand how sensitive I am.

GO!