rum naam satya hain

[swatkat]

I HAVE THE PLAGUE AND I'M DYING

Actually, I just have a cold, but I feel like complaining at the moment. It does not help that I'm homesick and also really cold (look, I'm sure you're used to worse, but I come from the tropics). And I really miss my dog. My friends, lovely people that they are, have kept me too busy to be really mope-y, but tonight I refused their offers to ~nurse me back to health and retreated to my own bed, where I could mope in peace (albeit with interruptions, like 'WHAT PLAY ARE WE GOING FOR ON SUNDAY?' - Hamlet Machine, S. and B. once did a brilliant two-person production of the same, it'll be fun comparing their effort with a legit big-budget production - and 'ARE YOU STILL SICK? Y U NOT COMING OVER?').

But anyway. Enough whining. What I really want to know now is, who's going to write me the Cara/Kahlan superhero AU? Because after this pic, IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN. *eyes flist*

Comments

[roga]

Aw duuude. TEA. HAVE SOME OF IT.

[swatkat]

Thank you. *sniff* I'd get up and make some, but it's 2 am - maybe I should just sleep instead.

[zulu]

NOOO NOT THE PLAGUE! *squishes your buboes*

Get well soon! Take time to mope, that's what being sick is all about. That and soup.

[swatkat]

Thanks. :( I was mope-y enough to reject all offers of soup, and now I'm too lazy to get up and make myself some. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have done that.

[donata]

And I really miss my dog

I read that as "miss my dong". I feel really bad now.

I learned from Stephen Fry that these guys:




have been responsible for the plague. Just look at their nasty widdle fluffy faces. Kill them all! With fire!