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Jon, I'm dying for the chicken & matzoh soup that the place around the corner had. Unfortunately, it was around the corner from my place in Boston, and it's out of business.
Sigh. Though I think that the pseudo Chicago deli down the street might have some. Hmmmm...
Were you able to watch The Price is Right? That show has healing powers, I swear. If not, chug some Airborne, and take a nice nap with a cuddly blanket (or puppy! or bunny! or all three!)
occiblu - I'm sick to! Luckily, the bf is driving down this weekend to make me some chicken noodle soup. To make you feel better, I will send waves of brothy goodness your way.
Jon, I'm dying for the chicken & matzoh soup that the place around the corner had.
No. It has to be pips' mom's soup. She has a secret ingredient that I've narrowed down to virgin blood or vulcan blood. I just need a shotgun and a ticket to an emo show or a space ship.
I will offer toast and ginger ale and hand you the remote. I agree with TPS about the Price is Right. Heck, I'll even go pick up some DVDs and some of that soup for you. It's the least I can do...
Take my queasiness as commisseration and cuddle up in pillows and comforters.
i'm still absurdedly proud of myself for finally having washed my comforter.
I'm thinking TNT's "Law & Order" and "Charmed" marathon, curled up with the cat on the couch, absorbing muddgirl's waves of brothy goodness, may be the way to go here...
Stupid germy people. I don't know whether to blame Vegas, airplanes, or my classmates, but I feel someone must be blamed.
"Law & Order" and "Charmed" ain't gonna do it. Being sick is directly related to a lack of WB-ish teen angst in your diet. Watch two "Dawson's Creeks"s and call me in the morning.
If I were there, I'd rent you a bunch of "Weeds" and be over with homemade chicken soup in an hour. I'd even bring the gliders and let you poke them while they're asleep in their little pouch. Very theraputic.
That does it. I'm going on a fly-swatting crusade in your honor, occhiblu. After I dig out my Helga helmet, I'm going to race across town and swat every fly in sight. That'll teach 'em.
I have cat. I have couch. I have "Nip/Tuck" on DVD. I managed to track down some matzoh ball soup. Gliders and fly-swatting would be awesome, but I feel reasonably under control now. If still sniffly and sneezy.
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