Meh.
It strikes me as inherently unfair that everyone who's gone out to get drunk every night this week is bouncing around and getting ready to go out yet again, while yours truly (who spent a happenin' Friday night reading about post Cold-War geopolitics, wearing a pair of earmuffs to drown out the Tetley Hall musical consensus of Maroon 5) is trying not to collapse and coughing up blood in the sink.
I bought 32 Paracetamol capsules at Wilkinson yesterday, and got interrogated by the cashier. If I was going to kill myself, I'd like to think I'd find a classier method than taking 16p Wilko own-brand Cold & 'Flu relief. Considering how crap I feel after taking twice the recommended dosage, it's doubtful 32 of the things would even kill a headache.
Being sick's quite a blessing, actually. I have no appetite, and can convince myself that being lonely and staying in every night is due to being ill, not due to being a boring idiot with no personality.
I bought 32 Paracetamol capsules at Wilkinson yesterday, and got interrogated by the cashier. If I was going to kill myself, I'd like to think I'd find a classier method than taking 16p Wilko own-brand Cold & 'Flu relief. Considering how crap I feel after taking twice the recommended dosage, it's doubtful 32 of the things would even kill a headache.
Being sick's quite a blessing, actually. I have no appetite, and can convince myself that being lonely and staying in every night is due to being ill, not due to being a boring idiot with no personality.