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Rhiannon. Revolts. It's that simple.
6/18/2004
Chapter the Twenty-third As anyone who reads my LiveJournal can testify, I'm in a mood this evening, so this will be brief. I'm surviving cooking (and there will be a section on my webpage called 'Adventures in Domesticity' when I get the new layout up...I'm aiming for the end of the month, guys) and even a touch of cleaning, but I am not surviving... Being sick. God, I thought it was bad during the school year. While I do have insurance, I'm not bad off enough to merit dragging myself to the doctor (since Health Services be not open), and going to the doctor would be a bitch because my mother's insurance is primarily local. BLARGH, I say. So anyhow, my throat is screaming at me, and I'm not exactly sure what I have, other than possibly the death flu that was going around over a week ago. Either way, I have to budget enough money to compensate. Forgive me, but I'm new at this, OK. I'm willing to learn. Once I'm able to swallow, that is. |
