Mar 11, 2004 20:40
No need to worry about dope, forget cocaine, out the window with your crack pipe, and no need to stare down the needle of your next heroine hit.
The new mind f*ck is the god old rhinovirus.
For the past week or so I've had this horrendous infection. I dont know if its a virus, or what it is, all I know is that I now lean to the left whilst I walk just to hold back that dizzy feeling.
Came home on Sunday on a really shitty train journey. Had to take a bus and everything. Monday was a barrel of fun as I sat through no less than 4 seperate lectures. The climax of which was me running for the local privy in order to throw up halfway through my practical. Just as I was supposed to be the guinea pig for the exercise.(physiology practical, I even had those little ECG tags on me that make the machine go "bip boing...bip boing")
After that I had to suffer what I think was gastric flu, unable to eat or, oh the hardship, attend lectures. So far I've missed three sessions of badminton, tonights being the third as I sufer now with a rotten head cold that followed. Hence my colourful opening above.
So as I sit here swooning for no external reason (unfortunately no troupe of exotic dancers or beautiful women here....not that I need them of course, loving my girlfriend and all!), I wish that I was at home, snuggled up in my comfy bed with my Gilly to molly coddle it out of me.
But meh, theres no use dreaming, might as well try to master walking again in order to get home and fall onto my bed.
Night all.