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"Hey, Mom."

"Alex! I meant to call and check in on you-- how are you doing?"

"I need some advice."

"Umm, okay, what's up?"

"Well, I spent from about 2:30 to 5 this morning throwing up and/or clutching my stomach in pain, and I don't have any Pepto, and I don't know what to do, should I go to classes or what?"

"Well, I would just curl up and go to sleep for a while. Don't worry about classes. Um. Alex? I've got to go."

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to take you away from work..."

"No, I just have to go throw up. Love you! Bye!"

"Uh... bye, Mom."

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In other news. My innocuous little poem nearly caused a riot. Well, that's inaccurate. One word in my poem nearly caused a riot. One can clutch a mug of cider to oneself, yes? I am not wrong in this, am I? 'Twas immensely amusing, and somewhat frightening. Yayy class!

In other other news: I've currently been having a marathon of the second season of The Dead Zone. Unfortunately, one of the DVDs refuses to play properly. And by "properly" I mean "at all." It goes all weird and fragmented, and the sound jumps every two or three seconds of audio, and gah. Guess those four eps weren't important or anything.

Sigh.

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Does your mom sympathy!vomit? That's so cute. Um. In a..."I hope she's better" way.

Hey, I was totally on your side with the cider, dude.

It was rather strange. She got better, though. *grins*

Hehe. I know you were. It was just rather odd. I mean, really. I'm gonna, uh, mull me some cider while I'm curled up my blanket.

She was turned into a newt, too? ^^

*giggle* "You can't clutch cider. You need to put it in a mug." Yeah, coz we all say "I have a mug of cider here." It's pretty much implied.

*snicker*

Graaah, yes. "I clutch to my chest a random blob of hot cider. No, no-- I don't use a mug. What are you talking about?"

I clutch to my chest a random blob of hot cider
maybe you're sitting by a fire...in outer space! No gravity = cidery blob!

btw, throwing up is not fun. don't do it again.

There you go! Exactly! I was TOTALLY in space, you guys. Sheesh.

I will do whatever I can to avoid throwing up. I despise it muchly.

*giggles*Did your mom get turned into a newt in space too?

Pshh. Well, of course she did. What better place to be newtified, really?

*nods*This is true...