☀ 10th Spark ☀

Sep 08, 2010 02:50

[This entry begins with a long, sickened groan.]

I hate the rain. [If anyone hears a pounding, that is just Wolfram's head.] Please don't tell me we are due for more tomorrow? [Though showers usually come in droves. He is convinced that they do this to make him miserable.]

I can't possibly work in this state.

laying down in the middle of his books, is there such a thing as a rain aneurysm, rain sickness, might be dying

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bitterpresent September 8 2010, 08:32:24 UTC
Are you all right?

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lord_brat September 8 2010, 08:35:34 UTC
Not really.

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bitterpresent September 8 2010, 08:45:05 UTC
Perhaps I should get you a potion from the Hospital Wing.

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lord_brat September 8 2010, 08:46:51 UTC
That - [. . .] would be kind of you. Why would you do that for me?

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