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Oct. 3rd, 2008 05:21 pmFic of the Day: Original It's more about the Biker from my last original ficlet. I wrote it awhile back and it fit the prompt, so there ya have it.
It's been a day. I woke up at 3 am with chattering teeth. I couldn't tell if the house was cold or I was, but the cats were huddled up to me, so it either was really cold or they were trying to save my life by keeping me warm. It wasn't working though, so I hauled my shaking, shivering self to the tub and scalded myself bright pink to warm up again. After that I felt better, so I went back to bed.
Next thing you know, I'm sweating buckets and coughing my lungs inside out. I can't win. Then, since I'm a glutton for punishment, I dragged my shakey, sweaty carcass into work. Hoooph. The kids were bonkers today! Maybe it's a change in the air pressure, maybe it's the varying degrees of illness they're carrying themselves, perhaps they merely sensed my weakness, but they were NUTS.*
Now I'm home, and I've had another hot soak and another spell of chest-tearing coughing. I'm hungry but I have no appetite. I can hear a gurgling down in my chest like fluids draining through old pipes. And I can't help but notice how nice and warm my laptop is. Perhaps I'll cuddle it a bit longer.
*Heh. I misspelled that as 'BUTS' the first time. A few of them were that, too.
It's been a day. I woke up at 3 am with chattering teeth. I couldn't tell if the house was cold or I was, but the cats were huddled up to me, so it either was really cold or they were trying to save my life by keeping me warm. It wasn't working though, so I hauled my shaking, shivering self to the tub and scalded myself bright pink to warm up again. After that I felt better, so I went back to bed.
Next thing you know, I'm sweating buckets and coughing my lungs inside out. I can't win. Then, since I'm a glutton for punishment, I dragged my shakey, sweaty carcass into work. Hoooph. The kids were bonkers today! Maybe it's a change in the air pressure, maybe it's the varying degrees of illness they're carrying themselves, perhaps they merely sensed my weakness, but they were NUTS.*
Now I'm home, and I've had another hot soak and another spell of chest-tearing coughing. I'm hungry but I have no appetite. I can hear a gurgling down in my chest like fluids draining through old pipes. And I can't help but notice how nice and warm my laptop is. Perhaps I'll cuddle it a bit longer.
*Heh. I misspelled that as 'BUTS' the first time. A few of them were that, too.
