bugshaw | (no subject)

My bones doth ache: I'm not sure why.

It's the weather.

You've mistyped diary too many times?

You're both right: it's arid-y. Almost as aridy as Riyad.

Ho ho ho.

so do mine, curiously enough. And I just want to sleep.

It's something in the air. Or in your case, it may have been something in the food.

Or both. Custard pie fight!

I've got the Backache Cold of Death. Might be that?