Where’s my mind?
Thank you for calling Plague Central, how may I infect you today?
Don’t give me that cheeky look Mr. I’m serious. This is my job. I’m about to start the virus apocalypse. Don’t try to stop me. Don’t you dare.
Oh who am I kidding, I’m just infecting the office. Or was the office infecting me? I blame the office. After all, I wasn’t the first one to die from the Spanish Influenza. No, I was just a mere victim from patient zero, who still remains nameless.
Curses!
Blast this epidemic! Just as I am starting to feel like I might be human, I go back to work, and low and behold, my fever comes back. In comes the brain fuzzy, and out goes my ability to function properly. Or at all really. I believe I stared at the monitor trying to determine an order for 10 minutes, and another spending 20 minutes trying to decipher what a sales rep was asking.
When I find the barer of this black plague, I shall exact my revenge. Let the floggings begin!
Bring out your dead. Here’s one.
He says he’s not dead.
Yes he is.
I”m not.
He isn’t.
Well he will be soon, he’s very ill.
I’m getting better.
No you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.
It’s really been one of those days.
Flogging? LMAO
Everyone needs to flog now and again.
Hahaha! You seemed to be functioning well enough to write this!
It’s when I’m least rational that the most entertaining comes about.
You don’t give yourself enough credit.
Well thanks to the fuzzy head, I have a new friend. He is my Steampunk Mummy. So dashing with his top hat.
Um, huh?
When I’m out of it, I tend to not notice what I say. Apparently in email exchanges with a friend, I said I wanted my Mummy. This came out to say how I love my mummy because I can curse him as he curses me and hold me tight. As well as how is the best man a girl can have. He wears his monocle and top hat, and is beyond dashing.
Well I certainly like what came out better. That’s awesome.
I am quite good at entertaining myself when I don’t like where I am at. OR when my brain is fuzzy from not feeling good.
Have you tried writing any fiction? Seems like you’d be pretty good at it.
Funny. My friend I was exchanging emails with told me to do creative writing. He wants stories about my adventures with Mummy.
I concur. Like a doctor. If you want, you can publish them on my blog. I do some fiction every now and again and it seems to be well-received.
I might take you up on that offer.
And I might let you!
It would be a new adventure!
Woohoo!!!!
I’ll have to start writing!
Well get on with it!!!
I will! It’s on the list now. I am accepting my award from you first.
Geez…. Get on it!!
I am! I’m typing it.
Well got on with it then!!!
It’s half done! 11 things about me is hard.
I’m sure it isn’t. You’re probably making it that way. You could always go for funny, which is what I do because I’m kinda boring.
Don’t worry, It’s all me
Whew!
Promise made, and kept.
Ha!
It’s done! Now to start a word document about Mummy and I.
Woohoo!
I shall introduce him to the world, then share our escapades with you. If you’re lucky, you may even join us!
You mean…if YOU are lucky.
IF we’re both so lucky, with Mummy gracing us with his illustrious presence.
Oh, alright.