Friday, December 21, 2012

Death's Icy Grip

embraces me as I slip nearer the abyss. This morning I awoke at about 0200 yakking my guts out. I continue to cling to life- barely. The cat could not be happier. I haven't moved much more than a corpse but my temp is arguably higher than a cadaver so he has had a soft, toasty place to crash all day.

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