Wunce agane meat envelope fale me.

nedlnthred has been sick with death plague all week, and I thought I was avoiding it, but last night I was suddenly slammed by the Bus of Exhaustion; and this morning, though I slept tolerably well (there was one World War Cat taking place across my bed, and the neighbor started chipping ice off his walk at 5am), I'm feeling much the same. With a side bonus of throat tickle and swollenness! Whee!

I really, really cannot afford to be sick this week, which is going to be full of doom and wrath, so I'm trying to sleep it off. This of course utterly derails my plan of going to the Cooper-Hewitt with elibalin today to see the 19th-century interiors exhibition going away at the end of the month. grrrr.