I woke up feeling like I had a blow to the head. Not the kind I don't bloody remember from the night before, either.
Sniffling, sneezing, stuffy-head fever...and, er, masculine peguin slippers (one of the gifts Cassidy gave me Christmas last year). Maybe I can do one of those flu ads...
Well, I managed to bring Queen Cassidy her latte sans foam with two packets of sugar cane. Just like she likes it. Just when I thought she'd run me ragged, she managed to surprise me. Yep, she wrapped me up in her fave cashmere blanket and sent her housekeeper scampering for the Lemon Chamomile tea. Needless to say, I'm camping out in her guest bedroom and surfing blogs. You can learn a lot from romance writer when you read their inner most thoughts online.
Yes, dammit, I'm a lurker. There, are you happy? I've admitted it, now Jax can get off my back about it. God, I dread to think now that she's unemployed how much time she'll be over for brainstorming sessions. Heaven help me, but that's going to double my latte runs.. Let me tell you, the woman may be pint size but she's got some serious energy. Tends to intimidate most everyone, including moi. Oh well, it could be worse..she could have a different taste in music than I do. How can I not love someone who shares the same sentiments about Zach Braff and James Blunt that I do?
Alright, I need to slip into a coma now. The fever is taking over and I need my energy to keep my job.
Sickly yours,
Thaddeus Brighton
Personal Assistant Extraordinaire
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