Plaaaaagggguuee.... plaaaaaaggggue.

[featherynscale]

Apparently, I'm not going to recover from the flu, I'm just going to turn into some sort of shambling plague zombie, and wander about a post-apocalyptic wasteland groaning and searching for fresh brains, warm tea, and tylenol. You will know that I have become a plague zombie because I'll be out of the house but still in my bathrobe. So, if you see me lurching down your street in a bathrobe making imploring pill-bottle gestures, just go ahead and knock off my head with a cricket bat. Don't hesitate, don't recall the friend you once had, just go ahead and dispatch me. It's always the sentimentality that does them in in the movies.

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[zylch.livejournal.com]

Duely noted, but I'll have to substitute something for the cricket bat. Kung fu staff might do it...