A Safe Space for Moogles

*trots out onstage carrying a pack of posterboard and a Sharpie*

*writes carefully, making the Sharpie go squeak*

Sign: "This is to let you all know that I am ill."

*tosses posterboard aside, making it go whumph on the stage; starts writing on the next one, squeaksqueak*

Sign: "My throat is very very sore and I cannot speak above a croak."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "I will be spending most of the day on the couch."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "If you are waiting for a ficlet or comment from me, rest assured..."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "...I will deliver; just not right now."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "Thanks for your patience."

*collects fallen posterboard, bows to audience, trots offstage*

Accomplished today: picked up more b.c, dropped off my Very First Art Commission at work, and finished editing my wolf-story aside from some fiddly bits with the names that I'm frankly too tired to mess with right now. (deepbluesquee and navigatorsghost, keep an eye on your inboxes. ;) )

On the other hand, this 'constant dizziness' business can go take a flying leap.

I haven't been truly sick in something like five years, which is incidentally the same amount of time I haven't had access to whatever Yuck is being passed around schools via my mother. Two weeks ago Mom started teaching again and promptly came down with a miserable flu-like bug. It passed to Dad, and now that they're both recovered I've got it. -_- And so the Cycle of Life starts spinning again.

*groans, crawls under blankets and is not seen again for a week*

EDIT: Because everyone likes Internet presents.



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