One of my favourite critiques of same-sex marriages is that it will open the door to all sorts of heathen unions, such as people marrying their pet iguanas or their dead uncle. At the moment, I am wondering about the legality of marrying, or at least entering into a platonic life bond, with Neocitran.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Googling this delicious nectar informed me that it is apparently a Canadian exclusive. In a nutshell, it is medication for pretty much any possibly linked cold symptom in a tangy pseudo-lemon flavoured beverage. It is warm and makes you feel fuzzy and perhaps a little loopy.
But I swear the loopiness has nothing to do with the wedding proposal.
So, yes, your Princess is hermitting tonight. The rapsy throat, stuffiness, and heavy head have reared their ugly faces, and I know from experience that more usually follows. It probably didn't help that my job is woefully understaffed and I have been running around far too similarly to a madwoman for something that is only *supposed* to take up 12 hours of my week. Oh, and the lack of sleep thing.
If there's one thing that illness brings on in me other than pressured temples, it is short-term future-based anxiety. All I can think is "This cancellation of my Friday plans must have appeased you, cold demon, as I really, really need you out of my system by Monday, because I have that morning assessment, and Tuesday we are finally training new staff and appointments are backed up for months so I don't know what they would do if I call in sick, and I have to make the decision to call in sick a few days before when I don't know if I will be better or worse by then and... and... and..."
*cue my head exploding*
Ruminating is good for your health, yes?
As hopefully is cold pizza in bed.