Argh. Feeling utterly craptastic (due largely to having my sleep patterns so [expletive]ing far out of whack it's not funny). Not going to predict what I'll be feeling well enough for a few hours from now. My cough has improved -- not gone away, but I'm consuming cough drops at a much less unreasonable rate. And pain levels are only in the constantly annoying range, not the completely distracting range. But I'm fuzzy-headed, clumsy, and zoning out. Let's see whether I manage to get to a point where I don't feel irresponsible piloting an automobile at highway speeds. I'm also feeling physically weak, but I can probably push myself on that count if I can get enough improvement on the other fronts.
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There's no fem to it, though. Turns your pronoun back to he. Huh....odd.
Fingers 'way too cramped for more typing :(
tried to e-mail you...
Love you.
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Also, your icon is an absolutely *adorable* picture of you, and I thought you should know I thought so. *hugs*
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I don't recall the whole dream, but there was a big party at "your place" and everyone was trying on dresses from your closet. I grabbed the "prom dress" but woke up before I looked at myself in the mirror.