Fever all through the night

[cyrano]

Back at work tonight. May have rushed things. Congestion is significantly better, but my throat is really sore. Drinking mint tisane and fruit juice and soup.
Actually, I guess it's more accurate to say that the congestion is concentrated more in my chest than it was before. If this keeps up for another couple of days, then I'll get the opportunity to test my brand new HMO because I'm not getting bronchitis and letting it develop into pneumonia again comma dammit.
Still no brain, though. I've put a dozen lines of game writing onto paper since this weekend, which means that gaming on Sunday may just be 'two guys with guns kick in the door'. Windrose and I were discussing how unfair it is to be ill and have neither the energy nor the spare synapses to get any writing done. It was decided that I should start on a regimen of laudanum.

EDIT: I really overdid it. My humours are definitely out of balance. I believe I'll be spending tomorrow discovering the wonders of my New Health Plan. (And if they change it again next year I swear there will be blood.)

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[windrose.livejournal.com]

And Coleridge. Mustn't forget Coleridge!

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

How can I forget? He keeps calling me. "Dude! My parents are out of town! Party at my house! Are you coming? It'll be a total pleasure dome! Babes, Laudanum and Tony' bringing an albatross!"