They Can't All Be Gems

Predator Press

[LOBO]

Sorry gang ... home sick today.

Death is at my bedside, slicing onions and carrots into a big pot ... awful nice of the guy to go out of his way and cook and all ...

I can't do this "doctor" crap again ... I hate being sick only slightly more than I hate being well.

[*pout*]

Phoebe, will you please come over and say nice things again?

God is mad at me.