Hack, cough, etc. Martian Death Flu looms at the horizon, I still have to do my Londothon story, and I'm going to be a blimp by the end of November because I'm stocking up on sweets like there's no tomorrow. Well, also soup, and some easy-to-ready-make meals.
I think tomorrow will be spent vegging at home. Was going to go to the Halloween party with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
elance and wibbble, but It'll be better for me to stay in, methinks. Meh.
Hm. Martial Death Flu has returned whence it came, which means it was probably not actually Martian Death Flu, but rather Airco Weekend Flu, which I seem to catch every spring and autumn, because the gods (or possibly just the God of Ariconditioning, whatever his/her name may be, and if someone can tell me his/her name and also what his/her preferred sacrifice is, I'd be grateful) hate me.
But anyway, elance, wibbble, I'll call you later this afternoon to arrange a time and/or place to meet up. Or you can leave a comment, or e-mail me, or IM me, whichever's easiest.
Not going out tonight after all, so I'm off to my bath before I do something terrible to LJ. *shakes fish at it*
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