"Hot blooded, check it and see"

Saturday, June 23, 2007

"Got a fever of a hundred and three."

That's it, really.

*falls over dead*

14 Angst(s):

Lori said...

No dying.

You have a book to finish.

Carrie said...

Wuss. Now get back to writing!

Rllgthunder said...

If you're hallucinating you should be making lots of notes, Pete. I'm betting after the fever breaks you'll have plenty of new warped ideas to use.

Or not.

Pete said...

The dreams I have had...

Man-o-man....

*staggers off to work; maintains pulse*

Pete said...

oh, and Lori? I blame you completely for the appearance of stupid rat creatures in my dream.

Lori said...

Were they making quiche?

Rllgthunder said...

If Pete kicks the bucket do I get his comic books and posters?

Pete said...

No.

You're not old enough for any of the Elektra posters, for one thing. And I don't trust you with the Captain America poster either.

...

Good news! I have, today, eaten something which contained solid food (as opposed to my diet for the past three days, which was apple sauce) and I managed to keep it down *for three whole hours*

Golly!

And then, because common sense doesn't apply, I had a chicken filet meal with fries and barbecue sauce. Because I have a cruel stomach when I'm sick, and I craved that sort of thing. And thus far, I've kept that down, like totally.

*falls back into bed*

Lori said...

At least you didn't eat a quiche. A dainty pastry dish is no fit meal for... Er. Yeah. Anyway. Hope you're feeling better.

Rllgthunder said...

So...

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when do I get Pete's stuff? I have a ten year old with sticky chocolate fingers here who wants to play with all his Babylon 5 memorabilia.

Pete said...

*Pete claws his way back to life, after hearing THAT bit*

Lori said...

Thunder, don't you know we can't steal his stuff until he's famous? At that point, we break into his house, steal his possessions, and auction them off on eBay.

We can, however, call dibs now.

I call dibs on his cats.

Who wants his posters and comic book collections? What about the pirate flag hanging in his office?

Carrie said...

Dibs on the manuscripts! *grin*


And maybe some of the fish.

Pete said...

The fish are probably worth more.

AGENT: What is this?

CARRIE: Unpublished stories by Pete Tzinski!

AGENT: ...there's almost fifteen hundred pages. And this text is tiny. What is this?

CARRIE: I dunno. Some serial story or somethin'. I didn't actually READ it. It's terrible.

AGENT: Oh. *leafes through it* Okay! I'll send it to Random House for publication as the long-lost-work.

CARRIE: Sweet! When do I get paid?

AGENT: Oh yes. You see that envelope on the table by the door?

CARRIE: Yes!!!!

AGENT: It has a twenty in it. Go get me lunch at McDonald's, and the rest is yours. Buh-bye.