Sick

My throat suddenly hurts really bad. I can only presume I have the drug resistant strep that kills you. Thanks everybody it’s been nice. If I die and someone wants to finish writing the novel that’s on my computer it’s one third of the way done. You will need some sleuth software to get the password. There are notes at the back so you can figure out the gist of the story. Aack aack. Whataworld, whataworld!

11 Responses to “Sick”

  1. Phelps says:

    If anyone is interested, the password is 1234.

  2. mexi says:

    That’s the password that’s on my luggage!!!

  3. DGs World says:

    God didn’t like your theme song.

  4. mexi says:

    God is drunk with power.

  5. Jenn says:

    Can I have your car?

  6. mexi says:

    False alarm, I only have the face-eating virus. By this time tomorrow I’ll be wearing a blank expression!

  7. Jenn says:

    Damnit. Does this mean I can’t have the car? You won’t be able to see where you’re going anyway since you’ll have no face.

  8. mexi says:

    I can still drive backwards. Duh!

  9. Phelps says:

    Maybe this will cheer you up. UNLV too. It isn’t hard to figure out which ones know what they are doing and which ones don’t. (And the ones that do look a little Israeliish.)

  10. Jenn says:

    I blog again. I know that just made your life all better.

  11. mexigogue says:

    I will bookmark you again then.

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