Pneumonia sucks BIG FAT ASS

Yes, yes it does.

The fever of 103 a week ago would have been fun - I mean, free delirium, who's not up fer that? Except I was getting fluids, via IV (when, I don't know about you, I prefer to drink my fluids) - which means a needle in the arm. Forgive the punctuation - I'm still a little delirious...

I had sex with Gaylord last weekend. Read him what I wrote - he didn't get it. Well, to be fair, he got some of it, and I don't remember the rest, but it’s easier to think that he just didn't get it. Stupid sexy man. I think so, thousands don't - so he should be flattered...

This entry is not to take it out on poor Gaylord; he knows not what he does...

I just hope I didn't make him sick. I know I wasn't contagious at that point, but I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I can't even squeak today. I lay in bed this morning and my cats loved it - because the wheezing from my bronchiole sounded like purring.

Gaylord - you probably still are a heartless bastard who sucks, but I'm sorry if I was rough on ya. The fact is, I may just be out of your league, and not the other way around. Imagine that. Huh....

So sick. So tired of the cold sweats, so tired of the wheezing. I think I'm gonna go get me some Brokeback Mountain, that will make me feel better -

Oooooh - post scruptum,
In my sicky delirium I had a dream about Aidan (Sex in the City's Aidan) - he kept trying to ask me to marry him whilst carrying me on his shoulders, and, well, lets just keep that to myself for a moment... It was amazing. Women, you know what I'm taking about. Thank god for dreams when life lets you down!)

Love you lovelies for reading, though only one lovely currently does...

Seebo and her phlegm