That rotten plaguebearer gave me her cold. What a way to start the week. As if Mondays don't suck enough to begin with. This is totally unfair. I've been washing my hands like Lady Macbeth, and I'm still sick! I feel like I have a broken gyroscope in my head, so I have to hold it perfectly still and upright or chaos ensues. I hacked and snuffled my way through my one class of the day, then retreated to the warm, fuzzy sancutary of my bed. Where I have stayed all day, with intermittent expeditions to the mini-fridge or bathroom. I am NOT using my powers today. The only thing worse than being sick as a dog right now is being sick as a cold, wet dog.
I don't think I have the dreaded swine flu. I know it's going around, but it's not in Florida yet, and anyway Dani's a couple days ahead of me, and she's not dead or spectacularly sick. I'm keeping a weather eye on her.
On the bright side, at least my pajamas are dry. They're the ones I bought a couple months back, with the penguins on them. It was a little in-joke present to myself for figuring out how to make ice chips. Dani's insistence on ridiculously Arctic air conditioning settings don't bother me anymore, so I don't technically need to wear polar fleece pajamas, but they are adorably snuggly. I am also fond of heavy quilts and ski hats. Maybe it's snow envy, since I live in Florida and only get to use that sort of stuff for three days out of every year. I suppose I would fall on the parka end of the cryogenetic costume spectrum, though honestly wearing a fur-trimmed hood and gloves would get really horrible with my powers. Imagine a wet sloth. Then imagine a frozen wet sloth dripping with hairy little icicles. Yeah, not so cute.
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