Hate being sick for more than one day, though it seems the floodgates of every bacillus and virus have been opened two days ago, when I got hit with vertigo. The immune system hiccoughed, party on. I'm drinking TEA, people. TEA. What English ladies and gay poets drink. Tea. My nose is so stuffed, the brain cell isn't getting any oxygen, so I am even dumber than usual. Most of the time I just stare at the screen and wait for something to happen. I have an urge to read children's picture books or, better yet, have them read to me. 16-piece iPod puzzles are giving me problems. Xena feels like the Godfather.
Wednesday 26 March 2014
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