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After gloriously being beaten at sports day, all I can say is that ne'er have I been so tired!
End-of-term-itis, is what some call it. I call it
nearly-dead-itis, seeing as that is what it feels like. It was kind of funny at the station (you know that sort of funny that is only funny because you feel so lousy? Non?) when a wasp landed on my hand checking out the sprite that had exploded a few minutes prior, and whilst gently trying to back away and fend off the beast, a lady behind me was having a major fit because the train was....wait for it.....three minutes late. She must have had a good enough reason.
dorakate
P.S. Well done ailsajoy for your spectacular performance in Hope Springs!
End-of-term-itis, is what some call it. I call it
nearly-dead-itis, seeing as that is what it feels like. It was kind of funny at the station (you know that sort of funny that is only funny because you feel so lousy? Non?) when a wasp landed on my hand checking out the sprite that had exploded a few minutes prior, and whilst gently trying to back away and fend off the beast, a lady behind me was having a major fit because the train was....wait for it.....three minutes late. She must have had a good enough reason.
dorakate
P.S. Well done ailsajoy for your spectacular performance in Hope Springs!