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it's like, you can't actually fax a pizza...
so, that sequence of sinister miasmatic dreams -- inc.the ones i DIDN'T share w/everyone (just NEVER ASK)*?
turns out they were my poor plaguey body sending ever more frantic and lurid notes to my brain that YES you CAN postpone being actually officially ill till after magazine deadline, by pure act of professional will (and er unconventional self-medication regime)**; but there will be CONSEQUENCES
the notes were being sent the wrong way through the decoder machine -- this was the only thing my poor plaguey body could think of, i guess: i was just setting aside or dosing up all conventional signals and the message had to get through somehow and surely my so-called brain could tell something was amiss from all this unusual activity (which to be fair it did: just not what, complete with harrumphing crossness at being bothered...)
in my defence i am very rarely ill and not good at preparing for it or dealing it; and also i managed to reach home before the very*** worst consequences manifested
*ok here's the silliest/scariest/non-yuckiest: being chased by a member of RAMMSTEIN through a cemetery; this person is dressed in black leather, except for his trousers, which are made of slimy, rotting babyskin****
**effective though, short-term
***JUST NEVER ASK
****so some kind of an award there, for in the area of unclear unpropitious indicators
ok i just slept for 15 hours and am now getting back into bed; i am not actually better yet at all and -- for example -- do not at all feel like eating
turns out they were my poor plaguey body sending ever more frantic and lurid notes to my brain that YES you CAN postpone being actually officially ill till after magazine deadline, by pure act of professional will (and er unconventional self-medication regime)**; but there will be CONSEQUENCES
the notes were being sent the wrong way through the decoder machine -- this was the only thing my poor plaguey body could think of, i guess: i was just setting aside or dosing up all conventional signals and the message had to get through somehow and surely my so-called brain could tell something was amiss from all this unusual activity (which to be fair it did: just not what, complete with harrumphing crossness at being bothered...)
in my defence i am very rarely ill and not good at preparing for it or dealing it; and also i managed to reach home before the very*** worst consequences manifested
*ok here's the silliest/scariest/non-yuckiest: being chased by a member of RAMMSTEIN through a cemetery; this person is dressed in black leather, except for his trousers, which are made of slimy, rotting babyskin****
**effective though, short-term
***JUST NEVER ASK
****so some kind of an award there, for in the area of unclear unpropitious indicators
ok i just slept for 15 hours and am now getting back into bed; i am not actually better yet at all and -- for example -- do not at all feel like eating