Monday, November 08, 2004 hack
I am sick, and so is everyone in my household, to varying degrees. I knew this was coming.
One of the other receptionists at work has had to call out or go home early for her past couple shifts: the last time she was in, she thoughtfully brought a tiny spritzer bottle of rubbing alcohol, which she used to wipe down the phone after use.
It was for nothing. Take my lungs, please.
Today I'm taking the bus to work, like a Rockefeller, because I need to be pretty close to miraculously healed by tomorrow evening, when I will go into a short medical study to see how my body metabolizes something or other. Luckily, this study facility doesn't seem too terribly picky about "healthy" this or "mentally competant" that, so I should remain a shoo-in.
JJ removed the cursed bone from the fence the other night, and disposed of it in a manner he thought proper.
I can only assume that the house plague is left over from the bone: it was already in the works before we started messing with it. Or: We are so fucked, because moving the bone is what gets the curse going, and it's nothing but pestilence for us from here on out.
posted by Frenz | 11/08/2004 08:43:00 AM
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