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Masque of the Red Death
Dec. 8th, 2007 01:29 pmIn case anyone would like to join me (and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quondam), I've booked for Masque of the Red Death for Saturday 5th April. Have gone for the 7.15pm tickets, although from the evidence of the last visit, the entry time doesn't make a difference to the experience, it just gets you an extra half an hour of it.
Will be dressing up this time.
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Lurgy has gone away, treated with 24 hours of mostly sleeping interspersed with drinking large amounts of water, but threatens to leave the usual post-asthmatic's legacy of the cough that will not die (and sounds as if it'll kill its host). This is No Good At All because there's a concert next Saturday, and now that I sing sop it's a bit harder to disguise.
I've noticed before that talking is what sets off the coughing fits, and then they get rib-bruisingly worse to the point of exhaustion. So, encouraged by Simon, I haven't talked since Friday morning. We have a range of other methods, including notepad and pencil, texting (yes, in the same house), charades, and plain ol' telepathy. Apart from the visit of Dan, Dan, the Garden Man tomorrow lunchtime, I'm hoping to not speak until Monday morning.
quondam), I've booked for Masque of the Red Death for Saturday 5th April. Have gone for the 7.15pm tickets, although from the evidence of the last visit, the entry time doesn't make a difference to the experience, it just gets you an extra half an hour of it.Will be dressing up this time.
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Lurgy has gone away, treated with 24 hours of mostly sleeping interspersed with drinking large amounts of water, but threatens to leave the usual post-asthmatic's legacy of the cough that will not die (and sounds as if it'll kill its host). This is No Good At All because there's a concert next Saturday, and now that I sing sop it's a bit harder to disguise.
I've noticed before that talking is what sets off the coughing fits, and then they get rib-bruisingly worse to the point of exhaustion. So, encouraged by Simon, I haven't talked since Friday morning. We have a range of other methods, including notepad and pencil, texting (yes, in the same house), charades, and plain ol' telepathy. Apart from the visit of Dan, Dan, the Garden Man tomorrow lunchtime, I'm hoping to not speak until Monday morning.
