they could probably reach out of my mouth and type this entry on their own.
I'm feeling incredibly sorry for myself. Sleeping fourteen hours a day since Sunday. My throat hurt so much it made me cry. And it did this awkward spasming thing at the doctor's reception so that instead of saying 'I have an appointment' I made this gagging, gasping noise instead. And just as my throat got better, I started throwing up instead.
I think this might be an actual case of the flu, not the trumped up colds that most people call flu. It seems to have been going round uni.
And last night Badly Coloured Boy sat on the couch to comfort me, except he sat on my sock instead and snapped one of my dpns. Which are a bi-atch to find in this city.
Oh, did I mention that I'm in the midst of job interviews right now too? Yeah, wicked.