Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

GAH! SERIOUSLY!

Do I have to be sick for seven days before I'm allowed to get better?

I still have a Fuckbrain Comix about 75% done that I haven't been able to finish, and I have a Sir Reginald story that I haven't had a chance to finish because I keep freezing from fever, falling asleep, and being in a state of sick-confusion. I even got two new things added to my stack of things I need to eat So You Don't Have To, but I'm afraid to eat scary things with a weakened immune system.

What a fucking surreal week.

And this has made my LJ fascinating, too. "Oh look, benjamin posted that he's still sick. Fucking whee."

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Started a new Sir Reginald story last night in the coffee shop.

Guess where it's set.

So many photos. Will have to split up the posts.

Maybe tonight, after we've done 17 million more things.

Maybe not.

Also, andyluke made a new Sir Reginald drawing. In the snow. With an umbrella. See icon.

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