1999 march 03

swallow

the scene: the grocery store, 2 weeks ago.

me: ooo! look at those! chocolate covered graham crackers, we should get some.

gene: you go ahead and get 'em if you want 'em, babe, but i'm not gonna eat any.

me: you sure? you won't eat any? i don't think i can eat 36 by myself.

gene: nah, you know i don't really like chocolate.

the scene: the living room, last night.

me: hmmm, i'm in the mood for something, i just don't know what. oh wait!! chocolate covered graham crackers. yummies...

gene: mmmph.

me: ummm, baby? there're only five left. you been eating them?

gene: damn cat, can't keep him out of anything.

the never ending viral infection from hell is still manifesting itself in new and exciting ways.

as of monday, my throat has been getting progressively sorer. actually it is the tonsil/lymph gland thing on the right side that is getting more swollen and more tender by the hour. totally sucks as it is making me act against my normal inclinations; that's right, i've been spitting instead of swallowing.

oh, how the mighty have fallen.

the bloody fever is back too.

hoarding her cookies and not spitting them out, claire