Feverish
It’s Pierre-Luc’s birthday today! He had a fever for a whole night during the holidays and even if I hate seeing him sick, I still had a laugh.
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It’s Pierre-Luc’s birthday today! He had a fever for a whole night during the holidays and even if I hate seeing him sick, I still had a laugh.
Take this banner!
If he’s that hilarious when he’s sick, I wonder what does he say when he is well.
Maybe he’s always sick, and this is what he says when he’s well.
I absolutely love the way you do faces! Well, bodies in general, but especially facial expressions and, like, hand movements. You do such a good job of representing what things really feel like!
Favorite comments from deliriously sick or half asleep people:
“Did you like the cookies?”
“Thank you that we can drive in the car and talk about old times.”
“Is my painting all this and that and stuff and scrump?”
“I get the biggest one, because I’m the biggest.”
From experience half lucid fever dreams are weird. It’s like: four divided by lace multiplied by fish by fish in theorem of the high note underlined by gravity equates to turning onto your side, but that’s not right because of the victorian cactus under the house minus six plus chess and Britannica isn’t celibate from ramen so taped by seven.camel after licorice…. And it just keeps on like that. Or at least that’s what it feels like.