not believe it, but I'm still alive. And with you lot.
After the Christmas holidays, which went pretty well (except for some minor inconvenience) the return was marked by a chain of events-style apocalypse. Only a
Dirven, Superbaby has caught the flu with fever to 39, while I was sick, and Dr. Ross faced a week of the densest of the commitments of its annual agenda. Obviously, because we do not miss anything, my parents could not help me, because I prefer to fly on uncontrollable events.
'll be back soon, writing and commenting. At this moment the most that I can do is read, prance from his chair to the bed of SB to check for breathing, prepare his food he still regularly because he refuses antibiotic. Will go to charity. Indeed, at least the fever has passed since yesterday. But then, I would also like to pass this feeling I have, to be the target of fate.
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