I have laryngitis. If I’ve misspelled it – forgive me – but I have no voice.
No wonder I’ve been dragging my tailfeathers. First the flu. Now this. I feel like Dorothy Parker, "What fresh hell is this?!"
I’ve emailed my clients for today. I’m going to cancel my massage with Mark.
Maybe I can entreat SuperNurse to bring over a vapourizer and some VICKS.
I’d say "I want my mummy" but she’d get sick, too.
It hurts to swallow and my head is full o mung.
My Solar Return has a Virgo Moon in the first house. Translation? "Health Bore"