Rumours of my death...

[xp_daytripper]

...have unfortunately not been true. Blargh.

As the bus crew would have noticed on Saturday, I've been a bit under the weather. No, Laurie, it's not your fault - something I picked up on a plane. One of the hazards of the jet-setting career. I basically spent today dead to the world in a blanket nest, so I'm feeling a bit more human, but fuck I miss my old cold remedies. I have a feeling if I tried them now, it'd turn out to be something nasty. Possibly with cockroaches.

I'll be working on rejoining the human race, but if I'm a bit scarce, that's why. Keeping my exotic viruses to myself.

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[x-traction.livejournal.com]

So that's where you've gotten to...give me a buzz if you want some chicken soup.

[xp_daytripper]

*looks pitiful* Consider yourself buzzed? Everyone else is nursing bruises and/or tentacle trauma. We can watch bad movies and make remarks about a certain swamp rat's choice of working names...

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Oh God, you got the hepatitis, didn't you? Unclean! Unclean!

[xp_daytripper]

Hey, I wasn't the one getting molested by tentcles. I'm perfectly clean, thanks. :P Just rather snotty and sounding like a foghorn.