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I have toddler pout of impending woe. Usually I'm, like, actively sick. Worrying about throwing up or whatever. And now I'm just. Everything hurts and I dislike it and there's nothing to distract me. And I'm trying to decide whether I can get dressed and down to the shop for some soup within twentyminutes and the answer is no but I haven't admitted it to myself yet. Fuckin' naps. I'm not supposed to leave my flat either. There's just nothing I want to eaaaat. Maybe I can suck on a hash brown or something because apparently the Tamiflu or whatever it's called will make me sick if I don't eat.

IN CONCLUSION: distract me with something? Rec a feelgood film, possibly? Or some art? I can't deal with reading.

I'm like the worst patient ever except Stephen Maturin.

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[chkc.livejournal.com]

<3!

Since I couldn't send you actual soup, you get a picture of Rodney drinking some instead. :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I have no scuttled out of my lair long enough to buy the ingredients for leek and potato (LEEK AND POTAAAAATO LEEK AND POTAAAAATO - this food will always and forever bring on Ride of the Valkyries) soup so now I can fester in my flat a few more days in a slightly happier frame of mind. ;)

[chkc.livejournal.com]

Leek and potatoes: they are so heroic, to sacrifice themselves in your time of need. :)

Yay for getting the fixings for real soup! \o/ (As opposed to canned soup, which is all I am capable of making. ^^")