Waiting for the Double E

I'm sore and achey and my head hurts and I'm congested and now my stomach is hurty, and LJ and my mailbox are both silent, like the grave she is silent, because nobody loves me. And I am feeling uncreative and thus not doing any writing either. And I still have five hours before I'm off duty.

MAOW. MAOW. MAOW WAOW WAOW.