death to all!
jesus fucking christ i feel sick.
and i'm writing here for sympathy rather than calling someone cause i can't really, you know, talk right now. (i open my mouth and out come these creepy squeaking noises, then nothing. strangely, this is an improvement of yesterday's manniest man-voice in the world.)
i'm hungry, but when i tried swallowing food it got STUCK in my swollen throat. and everything burns anyway.
my ears are aching, my entire head is stuffy, my neck doesn't want to turn and everything fucking aches.
yeah, so, i have the flu. that isn't even the whinge.
the thing is that my mother's home from hospital, and everyone just seems to assume my duty is not to study for my final exams which are in TWO WEEKS nor even attempt to FUCKING GET WELL - but to wait on my mother HAND AND FUCKING FOOT! she has a bell.
it's not just for things that are necessary, she rings that fucking bell for me to pick up a SHOEBOX and move it THREE INCHES TO THE LEFT because it didn't 'LOOK RIGHT'. and i can't even TELL her how RIDICULOUS she's being! i have to make do with sullenly glaring at her, which she finds HILARIOUS! she sits there in her fucking bed LAUGHING at me! i'm going to SHOVE that FUCKING BELL up her fucking NOSTRIL in a minu-- oh look, right on cue, the fucking BELL
and i'm writing here for sympathy rather than calling someone cause i can't really, you know, talk right now. (i open my mouth and out come these creepy squeaking noises, then nothing. strangely, this is an improvement of yesterday's manniest man-voice in the world.)
i'm hungry, but when i tried swallowing food it got STUCK in my swollen throat. and everything burns anyway.
my ears are aching, my entire head is stuffy, my neck doesn't want to turn and everything fucking aches.
yeah, so, i have the flu. that isn't even the whinge.
the thing is that my mother's home from hospital, and everyone just seems to assume my duty is not to study for my final exams which are in TWO WEEKS nor even attempt to FUCKING GET WELL - but to wait on my mother HAND AND FUCKING FOOT! she has a bell.
it's not just for things that are necessary, she rings that fucking bell for me to pick up a SHOEBOX and move it THREE INCHES TO THE LEFT because it didn't 'LOOK RIGHT'. and i can't even TELL her how RIDICULOUS she's being! i have to make do with sullenly glaring at her, which she finds HILARIOUS! she sits there in her fucking bed LAUGHING at me! i'm going to SHOVE that FUCKING BELL up her fucking NOSTRIL in a minu-- oh look, right on cue, the fucking BELL