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How can i be ill?
I eat nothing but fruit. Wine counts as fruit.
Had a great Party on Monday night, Ben and Gus and Jeffs stayed over, we just watched Black Books all night and talked arse. Although the next day i was a little slice of death, i could "feel bits of my brain falling out of my ears like...wet cake." I threw up during psychology and fell asleep about 8 times. I wrote a whole two sheets with my eyes shut.
I really thought i should go easy after the weekend and all, earlier nights, meals, sobriety e.t.c. because i have these horrific bruises all over my legs from where i've fallen gracefully down the stairs in my new white go-go boots. It's all shades of wonder, like a calming hippie painting. There was such an anemic amount of blood eminating from my ankle, my knee, my ear etc i decided to take some healing time. But that's kind of fallen through because i have this sort of cloud over me in the form of a conciusness-disstorting sinus-bashing throat-rotting cold.
I was actually unreasonable in Drama today.
Although, between you and me a cirtain person is GETTING ON MY NERVES and i always seem to end up working with said hormonal thorn. It's sad because i know i can be good at drama, but i'm such a blank lately. I have only the urge to write about nothing. Anyway, we pissed her off by shouting "ROWEEEENA!" and jumping around with our ankles behind our necks, so that vented a little.
So i'm chomping on some ten year old super-ted pills that have warped with decrepancy and drinking some fizzy-fizzy-maky-feel-better. If i sleep once in a while instead of watching Bill Baily and Irish related comedy then i may just heal up and stop feeling sorry for myself and do something of worth and significance to some-one. Then again, i'm rather strung out, and i've just lost a DVD to it's rightful owner.
So how is every one?
I eat nothing but fruit. Wine counts as fruit.
Had a great Party on Monday night, Ben and Gus and Jeffs stayed over, we just watched Black Books all night and talked arse. Although the next day i was a little slice of death, i could "feel bits of my brain falling out of my ears like...wet cake." I threw up during psychology and fell asleep about 8 times. I wrote a whole two sheets with my eyes shut.
I really thought i should go easy after the weekend and all, earlier nights, meals, sobriety e.t.c. because i have these horrific bruises all over my legs from where i've fallen gracefully down the stairs in my new white go-go boots. It's all shades of wonder, like a calming hippie painting. There was such an anemic amount of blood eminating from my ankle, my knee, my ear etc i decided to take some healing time. But that's kind of fallen through because i have this sort of cloud over me in the form of a conciusness-disstorting sinus-bashing throat-rotting cold.
I was actually unreasonable in Drama today.
Although, between you and me a cirtain person is GETTING ON MY NERVES and i always seem to end up working with said hormonal thorn. It's sad because i know i can be good at drama, but i'm such a blank lately. I have only the urge to write about nothing. Anyway, we pissed her off by shouting "ROWEEEENA!" and jumping around with our ankles behind our necks, so that vented a little.
So i'm chomping on some ten year old super-ted pills that have warped with decrepancy and drinking some fizzy-fizzy-maky-feel-better. If i sleep once in a while instead of watching Bill Baily and Irish related comedy then i may just heal up and stop feeling sorry for myself and do something of worth and significance to some-one. Then again, i'm rather strung out, and i've just lost a DVD to it's rightful owner.
So how is every one?