05.06.05

Oh, there's changes a-foot in the weather. My sinuses are pulsing with pain, my shoulders have crept up to my earlobes, and I need, need, need a massage from a burly masseur. Preferably a masseur with impeccable pecs, awesome abdominals, bitchin' biceps, and a flask for dispensing good quality tequila.

If you don't ask, you never receive. Oh great [insert name of favoured deity] please send me a masseur as per my directions above. I shall await the *bing-bong* of the front doorbell with eager anticipation.

Well? C'mon now, I've got things to do.

*sigh*

Darn the luck. Oh well. Maybe I'll just do the crossword for today.

Ciao, y'all.

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