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"Dear Viral Infection..."
Aug. 13th, 2007 09:56 amDear Viral Infection,
It's been swell, these last few weeks. We've hung out. We took some time off work. We've been really close to each other.
But could you please fuck off now? I've got work to do.
Love you,
D.
(Grant Morrison would probably say it's my own fault: I'm writing a novel in which the hero has a cold so severe he hallucinates. My next book, the hero's gonna win five million dollars and be pursued by nubile redheads.)
It's been swell, these last few weeks. We've hung out. We took some time off work. We've been really close to each other.
But could you please fuck off now? I've got work to do.
Love you,
D.
(Grant Morrison would probably say it's my own fault: I'm writing a novel in which the hero has a cold so severe he hallucinates. My next book, the hero's gonna win five million dollars and be pursued by nubile redheads.)
