Sick Author is Sick
So I've got a 101 degree fever. I'm sweating like a pig, my pajamas are soaked as is the mattress. And all this has been going on during a huge stressor involving my agent, my YA book and a certain NYC publishing house. Last night I put together my notes on the 2nd and 3rd books in the trilogy and so, they probably make no sense whatsoever.
It's times like this that I almost wish I had a salaried job that I could call in sick to.
So...this is me calling in sick.
But I have some questions for you.
1. Who the hell came up with that vile Theraflu?
2. What should I do when I track down the person who gave me this virus?
3. Won't someone please come over around noon to make me chicken noodle soup?
It's times like this that I almost wish I had a salaried job that I could call in sick to.
So...this is me calling in sick.
But I have some questions for you.
1. Who the hell came up with that vile Theraflu?
2. What should I do when I track down the person who gave me this virus?
3. Won't someone please come over around noon to make me chicken noodle soup?
Comments
The person that gave you that virus is made of awesome...don't be a hater...(cowers)
I sent your soup by carrier yorkie..
you shuld get it in a week or so..
I hope that publisher situation gets worked out.
When you find the person who gave you the virus, you must eliminate him or her. Or them.
I've got a call in to Paula Deen. She'll be right over to make chicken soup. Really.
I'm trying to find the answer to that myself since I'm sick too no fever thought (at least not yet O_O ) I have a huge suspicion my niece is to blame...
Chicken soup is kinda hard for me right now since I can barely sit up in my chair
anyways get better soon mark
as always ♥, Carol
Hold a tea bag in one hand.
Look at the jar of honey.
Pour two shots of brandy into a glass.
Throw the lemon away.
Drink the brandy.
XO Jeanne