*cough cough*

Hallo. I am at work. DayQuil makes me feel human. Or close anyway. I still feel like crap. I'm going to finish today and take tomorrow off. So, if you want to stop by tomorrow Prairie, feel free to stop by.

Sara who sits across from me, "Hey Kat, are you fee... whoa. You're really pale. Don't come in tomorrow."

Strangely enough, that was the plan. See if I can get some work done today so that when I come back on Monday things will be managable.

On another note, I'd forgotten how much I loathe the taste of chough drops.

Got my comics today. Pretty, pretty Gambit and they gave me chocolate. You know I'm sick when chocolate tastes horrible.

HOOOLLLLYYYY!!!! - Busta Rhymes is coming to the ShowBox on the 20th. Proabaly can't go, I know, but I thought you might want to hangout outside yelling, "Gimm-som-mo'" or something.

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And Kevin is the niftiest person in my world for this moment!

Badtz-Maru valentine!!! Eeee!

Something else I was going to say. Can't think of it now. Maybe later.

For now, chicken soup!

For anyone who is interested...

I now own both DC September 11th collections. I bought them knowing that the proceeds were going to the right people and such and that made me feel better.

Then I learned Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, Dave McKean, Fabian Niceiza and many other people whos work I love were going to have stories and art in them.

When I finish reading them they'll be out for loan for anyone who wants them. I do recommend the reading, but I also recommend some tissues.