First it's a headache and general feeling run downess, then it's the flu, then a chest infection, now an inflamed throat, and a giant combo of the above mentioned.

Did i mention i can't talk anymore? I can still squeeze sound out of my throat, but i'd rather swallow crushed glass. it would hurt less.

And i ran out of OJ... the only thing between my throat and the knife set getting intimate. It really does hurt that much.

anyway, Ogma is attention whoring, thus wants food, Matt is out with Jon getting me more OJ Before we get back to the carport. Ah, yes... the Carport... for those of you who live in Adelaide, South Australia you'd have a bit of an idea as to what i'm talking about. It was one hell of a storm. we practically had a paddling pool outside the back door. Okay -> Rewind - carport - fully enclosed, out of the weather. Also full of my mum's stuff from her moving here. so when it flooded out there... SCRAMBLE!! I got the gate (which is about 3x2m) shut against the wind, then we were sweeping the water out, and moving paintings, and putting furniture on bricks, setting the vaccum cleaner up on blow to dry the ground.

anyway, off to feed Ogma... stay well!