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    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    It's a Very Special Friday, and a cautionary tale -- I have it on good authority that this sort of thing happens all the time.

    And since I know some of you are probably going to tailspin into stories of what you've stuck your bits into and lived to tell the tale: I'll give extra credit to anyone that tells me how their week went without using the words festering, mange, or cockrot.
    • CommentAuthorAtrian
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Hmm.. I teach swimming to kids so..
    Monday: kids didn't drown, didn't kill eachother
    Tuesday: kids didn't drown, I didn't kill them (some of them I wanted to)
    Wednesday: kids didn't drown, wanted to drown stupid school teacher who brought them
    Thursday: kids didn't drown, wanted to hump my line manager who told me that the school I was meant to teach today wasn't coming
    Today: It's gone midday and I'm still not dressed. Bliss.

    ... no mange, festering or cockrot here.
    Do I win?
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    Well - it was worth having a week of no FreakAngels to read that 'Obituary'. Is it callous of me to be laughing so much at another man's illness?

    Get Well Soon, Paul...
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    Paul, I hope your body mounts a proper immune response to whatever sickness you've picked up. That said, whatever you do have, make sure it's clear of your system before you come to Texas - I don't want it!

    As for me, this week has been a sleepless one.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    It sounds like man kills you know
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Maybe it's lupus.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008 edited
    This morning I finally caved and went to the doctor about my festering cockrot insomnia and got some drugs on a weekly refill.
    Am now SHATTERED, need a good night after the 9 finish tonight if I'm to make it through work tomorrow in a state ready to greet my da who's popping over for the night to help me box up and organise the tip my flat has become int he last 3 weeks.

    GWS Paul, we love your oh so purty pic-a-tures
    • CommentAuthorScottS
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008

    it's never lupus.
    • CommentAuthorKradlum
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008

    All week I kept thinking it was Friday. Now it is Friday and I'm too tired to remember what day it is. I just remembered to check and there's no FreakAngels! Hope you're feeling better soon Paul, but I also hope you're heating up your own chicken soup because I'm missing my weekly Spider Moon fix.

    This week we spent 4 hours on the labour ward on Monday hoping that the baby wasn't going to make an early appearance, which he didn't. Tuesday we went to see Spamalot, which almost induced hysterical labour. Tomorrow we're going to buy a crib so we are at least mostly ready.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    As I said on twitter, I'm glad Paul called in "sick" and not "tired." I've known of occasions where people have actually done that, and its not pretty. Imagine how vicious Warren would have been then. Now Paul just gets his genitalia torn apart by tick-borne disease. (That qualifies! Not one of the Forbidden Words!)

    Otherwise, the week has been something akin to the following: stressing about where we want to live when we move to Indiana. Some same ol', same ol'. Watched the debate. Found out my wife's been getting sexually harassed at work. Had the new Magic set come out. Exciting times, indeed.
      CommentAuthorJay Kay
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Woah, in my sleep-addled condition, I thought Warren was serious about Paul being dead from the diesese rampanging on his genitalia.

    As for me, busy just about covers it--studied for two tests and wrote three papers. I pray for this afternoon, so that I may whack myself on the head with a frying pan and actually get a decent night's sleep.
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    Good week, other then the new kitty keeping me up all night a couple of time (Older cast HATES new kitty...though she'd be over it by now, but four months its still pretty brutal)
    Did a series promo/parody videos that went online this week, and so far the response has been great, so work is good.

    Paul, hop you feel better soon.
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    do well and get better paul.

    i am dealing with my elderly mother being in the hospital this week as i get ready for my operation next wednesday. life sometimes becomes complex.
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    Paul, I hope you get better soon! Some tea and soup in the meantime?

    Apparently it's supposed to rain tonight. It hasn't rained in Fresno since... May sometime (I think). Hopefully nothing floods and I don't have to roll my eyes at the locals who claim it's "storming" when it's simply not drizzling. The people here are total wusses about rain. (And their planning in regards to it often is crap. (Sorry but when you grew up in a place with rain forests, you just can't help but roll your eyes at people who are like "omg it's storming" when it's barely past drizzling.)

    Um yeah.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Is it really the weekend if there is no Freakangels? It'll be a poor one then. Get better, Paul.

    I'm bleeding heavily. But you know, it happens. (What? Only the menfolk are allowed to mention gross bodily functions?) Anyway, have to go and do the scary, needful things - asking Important, Powerful and Classy people for a job - regardless.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008

    I'm waiting for the move to Fort Wayne, IN, where the record snowfall is 12" in a 24-hour period. We get that on a regular basis in Fargo. I've been told that they normally get an inch or two at a time and that it's usually gone in a day or two. We average 72" a winter and it stays the whole season.

    It will be like paradise. I assume I'll be the only one who knows how to drive on ice, so maybe, just maybe, we'll get a new car because some asshole ran into ours.
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    Oh man I took a look at the front page and at first (I don't read so well after a long week full of festering cockrot) I thought it said FreakAngels was over. I was like "OH GOD NO" but then it was okay. Yeah.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    It's my fault. I heard Paul was too sick to deliver today, so I accidentally hated him to death. I do hope he gets better, though. Perhaps I caught my cold from him, and that's his seething revenge.

    Also, this is a far better obituary than I ever got. Mine involved me being pregnant and without a head. It took me several hours to realize that my friend had named a pet rat after me. Don't know if she ever found the head.
    • CommentAuthorcjstevens
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Fucking virus's and disease's and infections and germs and bacteria, invisible bastards, making it No Freakangels Friday. Come on phagocytes, macrophages and neutrophils, it's time to kick some ass!

    GWS Paul.