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Right. Apparently nobody received my postcard then. Great. A tenner well spent there, I say.
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Last weeks medical report:
Monday: Felt fine. Went for a pint with Anthony after work. Got rather tipshy after two pints.
Tuesday: Hellish throbbing headache and pain in the lower back. Took a paracetamol and blamed it on menstrual circle.
Wednesday: Felt poorly after uni and called in sick. Slighly feverish all evening.
Thursday: Felt sick straight from the morning. Skipped the first lecture. Linguistics and grammar in afternoon was held at the Arctic cirlce. That's how I felt like, anyway, freezing in the auditorium in my layers of cloth and wool. On my way back from town where I got my new fancy Nokia 6820 mobile phone (it records videos too!) I gave in and gave up the only meal I dred to have that day: a mango and passionfruit smoothie (that tasted really foul, but it probably was just me) by the side of the road. Class. Three gorgeous indie guys witnessed. At home I took the temperature, a recordbreaking 38,9 degree celcius.
Friday: Felt ok until late night, when the temperature rose again. My housemates were having a party, I tried to sleep (in vain), but the hot and cold waves and sweating and freezing and, let's face it, the noisy people and music downstairs made it impossible.
Saturday: Called in sick again. All day I felt a lot better, walked to Asda with Aroa, baked some pulla and rested.
Sunday: Good as new.
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Today's best user piccies must be by the Holy Narsu.
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Last weeks medical report:
Monday: Felt fine. Went for a pint with Anthony after work. Got rather tipshy after two pints.
Tuesday: Hellish throbbing headache and pain in the lower back. Took a paracetamol and blamed it on menstrual circle.
Wednesday: Felt poorly after uni and called in sick. Slighly feverish all evening.
Thursday: Felt sick straight from the morning. Skipped the first lecture. Linguistics and grammar in afternoon was held at the Arctic cirlce. That's how I felt like, anyway, freezing in the auditorium in my layers of cloth and wool. On my way back from town where I got my new fancy Nokia 6820 mobile phone (it records videos too!) I gave in and gave up the only meal I dred to have that day: a mango and passionfruit smoothie (that tasted really foul, but it probably was just me) by the side of the road. Class. Three gorgeous indie guys witnessed. At home I took the temperature, a recordbreaking 38,9 degree celcius.
Friday: Felt ok until late night, when the temperature rose again. My housemates were having a party, I tried to sleep (in vain), but the hot and cold waves and sweating and freezing and, let's face it, the noisy people and music downstairs made it impossible.
Saturday: Called in sick again. All day I felt a lot better, walked to Asda with Aroa, baked some pulla and rested.
Sunday: Good as new.
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Today's best user piccies must be by the Holy Narsu.