I just get worse, don't I? I'm on my way to the free art course down the road here. Last night, a neighbor came by to borrow money and said to make sure I call him before I walk down there - he'd take me. Of course, he's not answering his phone.
I'm still sick as hell - just lousy - but I missed last week because I had this little kitten and was afraid Scamper would kill him if I left them alone for more than a few minutes, so I'm going, no matter what. The drugstore is right across the street from the course, so I'll bop over there real quick and grab some cough medicine. I'll make it.
ttys
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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