Who gave permission for me to be sick? Hmmm? Who? I am currently curled up in bed (where I’ve been most of the day, to be honest), me mum is doing my marketing for me, and I haven’t had a thing to eat all day. I’m simply not hungry and the word from the Fever Professional is that I’m likely running just a tad higher than I was last night – and the Fever Professional was right on the money then: called it at 100 degrees. The thermometer proved it.
Sadly, I do not own such a thing, so cannot test the theory to see if she’s right again today. I suspect when the time comes, I will inherit hers, mercury and glass in all its glory, with a copyright of something insane like 1952 on the original packaging or something just as crazy. Dangerous? Yes. Messy? Hell, if that thing ever breaks…very. Full of memories of being sick over the years? Of course.
Now, on the other hand, the Fever Professional Student has one of those new-fangled thermometers one sticks in one’s ear to get a reading. I’m quite familiar with that particular model, since every time I go visiting, I end up on my deathbed. Regular readers are well-versed in my traveling illnesses and can attest that every damn time I step out of the state, I get sick. Except when I’m on my way to another country…then my body knows better to pull this kind of crap on me.
To pass the time, I’ve been updating my colourlovers pages; new colors (7), new palettes (19), new patterns (8)! You also may notice a couple more entries on the sidebar under Palette Projects. I’m a woman obsessed – not a newsflash, I know – and recently mentioned the Sarah! Jane! and Liz Shaw palette projects I’d be undertaking. Well, there’s no time like the present and especially when one’s not up for much of anything but lying about.
I’ve also been listening to The Front, another Kate Reading-narrated Patricia Cornwell novel and am predictably disappointed in the story, and unpredictably jarred with the sudden accent changes. I adore Kate Reading and no mistake and pretty much think the woman walks on audio book water, if you will. But I’m finding that water she walks on should not be inclusive of any bit of water found in the UK, at least in this particular story. I’m sorry, Kate…but your British accent isn’t entirely believable. Sort of like Kevin Costner’s in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. And it pains me to put your name and his in the same sentence for comparison of your accents. And Kate, I have no room to even think I should say anything bad about your accent; I can’t do a British accent to save my life. You sound like a bleedin’ native compared to me. But even when you slip out of the British and flirt with the American just for a second, it’s still wonderful and I’m really only grumpy because I’m sick. You know how I’ve said if that other KaTe sang the phone book that I would listen to it?
The same is true about you. If you narrated the information insert from a bottle of prescribed medicine, I would listen. Probably more than once.
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Lots of bed rest & fluids for you, young lady. Take good care of yourself & get well soon!
Oi, that’s all I’ve done all weekend, except for the small bit of time I spent making things to send to my two brand new penpals and preparing my meals for the next week. At this rate, I won’t want to eat much of anything, anyway. It’s time for a wee nap, I think. =)