Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Woman Sick

When your house trained Sumerian demon of plague, pestilence and famine tells you "UH OH, WOMAN SICK" you know you're in for some serious shit. (I SHOULD'VE EFFING KNOWN! WHENEVER A FEMALE DEER CROSSES MY PATH I ALWAYS GET EFFING SICK, //ALWAYS//.) Rabbit butchery, unfortunately, is going to have to wait until I've replenished my fluid levels and I kickoff the last of these flu-like symptoms (which could be a couple of days since I've just started my period and I'm currently recovering from throwing myself back into the exercise game).