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Ack, ack...I think I have the dreaded cold bug that has raced through most
of the people on my friendslist. The culprit? My Sisinlaw who gets sick if someone breaths on her the wrong way. She also gave it to my nine-month old niece. Yesterday - I stocked up on tissue, jello, herbal tea, vitamin water - defense (c+zinc), power c (c), benedryle, chicken, soup, water (I miss the days in which I could trust my tap water not to tast like dirt), and veggies.
I stumble home, encased in my knee length down jacket, felt knitted black hat, gray scarf, with just my face peeking out - and wonder what I must look like to the passer-by.
That paragraph was more poetic in my head last night, somehow I lost the words in the space between...( I wonder if what we read affects how we write? Our tone? Our style? If that is the case - anyone who was privy to my friends locked posts of the past few weeks - and enjoyed them - will enjoy the Fortress of Solitude. )
[As an aside - I am friends locking most of my posts now. Which is why I friended everyone who friended me on the my flist. The reason for this is simple - the internet can be a risky place. Just took an information security course at work, then saw a news broadcast on people getting fired because of what they inadvertently wrote on their blogs and oh boy, even though I tend to be pretty cautious about what I write online - friends locking as much as possible from now on.]
of the people on my friendslist. The culprit? My Sisinlaw who gets sick if someone breaths on her the wrong way. She also gave it to my nine-month old niece. Yesterday - I stocked up on tissue, jello, herbal tea, vitamin water - defense (c+zinc), power c (c), benedryle, chicken, soup, water (I miss the days in which I could trust my tap water not to tast like dirt), and veggies.
I stumble home, encased in my knee length down jacket, felt knitted black hat, gray scarf, with just my face peeking out - and wonder what I must look like to the passer-by.
That paragraph was more poetic in my head last night, somehow I lost the words in the space between...( I wonder if what we read affects how we write? Our tone? Our style? If that is the case - anyone who was privy to my friends locked posts of the past few weeks - and enjoyed them - will enjoy the Fortress of Solitude. )
[As an aside - I am friends locking most of my posts now. Which is why I friended everyone who friended me on the my flist. The reason for this is simple - the internet can be a risky place. Just took an information security course at work, then saw a news broadcast on people getting fired because of what they inadvertently wrote on their blogs and oh boy, even though I tend to be pretty cautious about what I write online - friends locking as much as possible from now on.]
