Curse my metal body
I'm at home in front of the PC tonight instead of the two parties I'm supposed to attend because I have the immune system of something consumptive and fictional. Just when I thought I was done being ill and pathetic, round two.
On the upside the accountants seem to have written some decent essays, unless I was feverish while marking them...
Bloody hell.
On the upside the accountants seem to have written some decent essays, unless I was feverish while marking them...
Bloody hell.