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Waddap y'all. So the last few days have been eventful, to say the least. It all started on Monday, when I thought, ooo, so I can goto Ben's party and watch the England match, i'll start to "feel poorly" at work. So the plan seemed to work perfectly, and sure enough, by Wednesday i'd gotten the day off sick. Ben's party Wednesday night was fun, eventful, but I had a decent time, tormenting Tom whilst he is asleep never gets old, hehe. Then, things kinda got bad after that. The next morning I woke up, feeling like death. How ironic is that, pretend to be poorly, then you actually are? So I trots to the doc's Thursday afternoon, yeah, you've got food poisoning mate. Ah, yeah, thanks for that, make my week even better why don't you?? I mean, it wouldn't be so bad, but all I can do is sleep and shit. It's not good. The plus points are I get a week off work, and I get to watch the England match (which was a bit poo), and that's it. No going out, no seeing my mates. Nowt. It's so boring. And all i've eaten since Wednesday night is a slice of toast. So send your sympathy my way. Please? Thanks. =)
Gah, I hate my life. Roll on 21. x
Gah, I hate my life. Roll on 21. x