15 Jan

I still feel like crap.  I’m going home to drink some mead and then to die in my bed.

Goodbye forever (just in case I don’t survive this terrible illness).

12 Responses to “Blech”

  1. suze January 15, 2008 at 5:25 pm #

    Have someone post to let me know if you don’t survive this illness. I need to know what kind of flowers to send.

    Feel better.

    I’ll make sure Foxy lets you all know if I don’t make it. -CS

  2. Mike January 15, 2008 at 5:51 pm #

    😦 Feel better.

    Thank you. -CS

  3. cinnkitty January 15, 2008 at 6:48 pm #

    Yeah… what Suze said.. I mean.. the least I can do is send some crappy ass flowers that will just die too.. if you pass away from the ick. You’ve kept me SO entertained, you know?


    Get well!

    So far, I have survived. Feel free to send the flowers anyway. -CS

  4. Lauren January 15, 2008 at 7:35 pm #

    Catherinette, PLEASE don’t die. I need you!!!

    I pulled through for you. I kept telling myself I couldn’t die and leave you without some of my witty remarks. -CS

  5. Step Right Up January 15, 2008 at 7:49 pm #

    There are quite a few bloggers out here that seem to be feeling under the weather. I am sanitizing my keyboard now in case it is catching.

    That’s an excellent idea! -CS

  6. teri January 15, 2008 at 8:49 pm #

    it’s been great knowing you. we’ll make sure to send flowers and to contact the Vatican about Saint hood.

    I’m sure they’d put me on the quick path to Sainthood. -CS

  7. pistols at dawn January 15, 2008 at 8:58 pm #

    Try your best to survive, because while the world can get along without you, it’d prefer not to, because it’d take awhile to train your replacement.

    It was the mead, it totally helped. -CS

  8. Foxy Luv January 15, 2008 at 10:32 pm #

    In lieu of flowers, Cath would like you to make a donation to the Foxy Luv Foundation for Wayward Poolboys, Smoking Hot Waiters, and American Gladiator Rejects who Don’t Speak the English. Because rock hard abs, gorgeous butts, and little or no grasp of the English language is a terrible thing to waste. Our motto is, “Shhhhhhhh…no talking, baby”.

    Even if she does pull through – would it freaking kill you people to send me a check? I have dream and stuff!

    In all seriousness – feel better, girlfriend! And you better not call out sick tomorrow and leave me alone in an office full of freaks!

    Why does it have to be about you all the time?? -CS

  9. Rachel January 16, 2008 at 9:34 am #

    Get well!

    It’s a slow road to recovery. -CS

  10. Diane Mandy January 16, 2008 at 11:57 am #

    Still?? Boo. Get over it already. 😉

    I still feel like crap but dragged myself into work. -CS

  11. Magnolia Sun January 16, 2008 at 2:25 pm #

    feel better soon.

    I’m trying. . .it’s not going very well. -CS

  12. Write Procrastinator January 17, 2008 at 3:48 am #

    I’m glad that you made it to see another sunrise and nice medieval touch with the flagon of mead.

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