Whenever I decide to take time off work to relax, I get sick.
I hate being sick.
Really.
I managed to contract some kind of mutant, intestine-liquefying stomach virus on my way home from the States last week. This nasty piece of work has had me bed-ridden or, worse, toilet-ridden, since Sunday night. Today is the first day I’ve been able to eat anything which means, I hope, that whatever it is that took up residence in my gut has finally been forcibly evicted. Details of said eviction will, of course, be kept to myself because I doubt any of you are that interested in my bodily functions.
The only upside to this is that I have probably managed to drop ten pounds in a few days. Not that I care much for this particular method of weight-loss but hey, whatever. I will always try to look for the silver-lining, even in this particular stinky cloud.
Anyhow, Alayne’s Story will be updated tomorrow and The Unexiled will go out tomorrow.
Now, back to drinking dark tea and praying that this thing really has gone for good instead of just tricking me into thinking it’s gone like it did earlier this week.
