Yes, I'm rather enjoying making Sean sick. Because I am not nice. Maybe I'll give all the hobbits a cold, too. They could all have a bath and wrap each other up in brown paper and Vapo-Rub...
Tell you what the hobbit pile are definitely up to, sick or not. They've taken a crash course in Sean's pre-Boromir roles and are now word-perfect in Sharpe, Mellors and Alec Trevelyan.
I've got it too. I do not blame you. It was worth it for the asparagus, although not for the odd Eurovision voting. But marking through it is hell on stilts.
Make Sean *really* ill, I don't see why he shouldn't suffer too.
That's right, make ME the aggressor. I know your game.
Yes, I've given Sean a nasty puking illness, and made it hit on his day off, so no one knows he's collapsed on the floor of the bathroom like Sunny von Bulow. And because he's dumped Viggo, V can't come and play Florence Nightingale. (What do you suppose Manly Men do when they discover their discarded lover is sick, anyway? Bang him on the back? Offer him a pint?)
I do blame you for the Eurovision, incidentally. The Greek entry keeps coming back, like gastric reflux. Plus I got back here in time for the weeping and gnashing at Ireland's pathetic performance.
how about you accidentally and not at all on purpose set fire to the pile of papers - which does mean the exams will have to be re-taken but would give you immediate relief ... ?
The solution is simple: retrieve "healthy Sean happily screwing Viggo" from the dark cupboard you've locked him in, and your own situation will improve accordingly. Though whether you'll actually get to screw Viggo is debateable...
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*sniffle*
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Make Sean *really* ill, I don't see why he shouldn't suffer too.
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Yes, I've given Sean a nasty puking illness, and made it hit on his day off, so no one knows he's collapsed on the floor of the bathroom like Sunny von Bulow. And because he's dumped Viggo, V can't come and play Florence Nightingale. (What do you suppose Manly Men do when they discover their discarded lover is sick, anyway? Bang him on the back? Offer him a pint?)
I do blame you for the Eurovision, incidentally. The Greek entry keeps coming back, like gastric reflux. Plus I got back here in time for the weeping and gnashing at Ireland's pathetic performance.
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*wraps you up in fleecy blanket, puts hot water bottle on your head*
hope you feel better soon. when is marking and semester and all that over?
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*snuggles gratefully in fleece*
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Oh GOD! I have to invent the autumn paper. Item 4,000 on the To Do List.
*retreats under fleeciness staring with horror at piles of paper*
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;-P
Hope you feel better soon!
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