PUTANGINAMO.
WHY AM I STILL FUCKING SICK?! ::RAGERAGERAGE::
Stupid fucking cold. It's mid-July, goddammit. I've been full of Virus since mid-fucking-JUNE.
I'm sick of using up so much tissue paper.
Don't get me wrong; I don't have anything serious. But I've been sniffly for the past two weeks and had an itchy throat for the past four. And occasionally, I get really. Really. Tired.
But. I need to study. And do stuff.
And I want to start doing arnis, dammit. There's an arnis club that teaches on weekday afternoons and Sunday mornings, here on campus. Can't do that if my vision starts swimming the moment I break into a sweat. T_T
::pinches bellyfat:: Oh hello, Delia. There you are.
Stupid fucking cold. It's mid-July, goddammit. I've been full of Virus since mid-fucking-JUNE.
I'm sick of using up so much tissue paper.
Don't get me wrong; I don't have anything serious. But I've been sniffly for the past two weeks and had an itchy throat for the past four. And occasionally, I get really. Really. Tired.
But. I need to study. And do stuff.
And I want to start doing arnis, dammit. There's an arnis club that teaches on weekday afternoons and Sunday mornings, here on campus. Can't do that if my vision starts swimming the moment I break into a sweat. T_T
::pinches bellyfat:: Oh hello, Delia. There you are.