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[curgoth]

So, I continue to be ill.

I don't know what crawled inside me, and then did not die, but I wish it would hurry up and get digested, because I feel quite gross. My guts have kept me away from working out two nights in a row now, which I am unhappy about.

My guts seem to dislike me putting food in them, and respond with stabbing pain and other yuckiness every time I eat.

This could stop any time now.

I am beginning to wonder if I might be better off avoiding food for a bit,

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you too?

[mspiggyoncrack.livejournal.com]

I've determined that I've caught consumption, from reading too many comps-related Victorian novels. Perhaps I've given it, somehow, to you.

Do you feel unusually dainty, modest, and moralistic lately? Do you find your corset a bit too constraining?

I'm convinced that eventually I'll morph into a ringletted, old lace-wearing, Bronte-sisters wannabe. Ha-aackk!!

[curgoth]

Well, I'm not coughing, so it's likely not consumption.

I think I may have something less fashionable, like food poisioning.

Unless it's some other kind of poisoning... say, where did I leave that bottle of very small doses of arsenic?

[corwin77.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm..arsenic. Wait a minute! Someone put poison in my arsenic!

[neeuqdrazil.livejournal.com]

There is no poison in your food.

What? How did this bottle of very small doses of arsenic get into my hand?