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God, I hate 'having' to get up early. Especially when it's just to tell work I'm too ill to come in today. They're like the bloody gestapo...asking me if I'm going to see the doctor and all. It's fucking sunday you stupid shit! I always feel like I have to exagerrate with them. So anyway, after calling them up to tell them I have flu, my ears are bleeding and I have a spoon wedged in my forehead I'm about to lie in bed and do my new favourite thing...and no, it doesn't involve any form of lubricant...well, mostly it doesn't. It's watching lost. Damn fine program it is too, entertaining and intellectual. It always leaves me thinking there are questions I need to ask of myself, and after much deliberation I came to the conclusion that, yes, I would indeed shag the pregnant aussie woman...well fit.