"And who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars...
...Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?"
(Heard that song on the radio on wednesday and it's been looping in my head ever since. I'm assuming neurons will get sick of it soon.)
Was meant to be on site today; forgot to set my alarm, woke up at 7am with a temperature again and decided I wasn't getting out of bed. Since then I've mostly been asleep. Hopefully this means I won't spend all weekend asleep but will be able to bound about and do useful things.
Went to the doctor yesterday; I was interested in telling him I had a boyfriend and my life was getting all manner of strange-and-new. However, he was interested in the fact I'd made a vague attempt at being dead via IV needles. *sigh* No sense of priority! He only gave me two month's worth of meds which is annoying and means he doesn't currently trust my sanity. Eh. Oh well.
There's no food in the flat and I really ought to go and find some. Alas I have no brain, am still full of lurgey and frankly can't be bothered. *rolls eyes at herself*
I think I'll allow myself to be baggagey: drink tea, eat nutella and watch Hell on Wheels. Heehee.
I have also been bad because I bought myself a shiny silver thing. Lalala.
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?"
(Heard that song on the radio on wednesday and it's been looping in my head ever since. I'm assuming neurons will get sick of it soon.)
Was meant to be on site today; forgot to set my alarm, woke up at 7am with a temperature again and decided I wasn't getting out of bed. Since then I've mostly been asleep. Hopefully this means I won't spend all weekend asleep but will be able to bound about and do useful things.
Went to the doctor yesterday; I was interested in telling him I had a boyfriend and my life was getting all manner of strange-and-new. However, he was interested in the fact I'd made a vague attempt at being dead via IV needles. *sigh* No sense of priority! He only gave me two month's worth of meds which is annoying and means he doesn't currently trust my sanity. Eh. Oh well.
There's no food in the flat and I really ought to go and find some. Alas I have no brain, am still full of lurgey and frankly can't be bothered. *rolls eyes at herself*
I think I'll allow myself to be baggagey: drink tea, eat nutella and watch Hell on Wheels. Heehee.
I have also been bad because I bought myself a shiny silver thing. Lalala.