...in sickness, and in health...

[gryphonvere]

It's funny how much your perspective changes when you're sick. I woke up this morning (somewhere between four and five am), and since then I've been sick. Whereas normally I'm rather blasé about the fact that I can drink whatever I want and my stomach doesn't mind, today, that's not been the case. Only in the past two and a half hours have I

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[highlyeccentric]

erg... :(

and it had to be while you were living out, too...

*is petrified of becoming ill where mummy cannot look after her*

[gryphonvere]

Yeah... holding one's own head is not particularly fun... especially when you're in hour who-knows-how-many and you're feeling rather wretched.

[highlyeccentric]

*pats*

i don't remember ever having my head held... not since i was little anyway...
having my godawful mess cleaned up, because i'm ill too rarely to recognise the warning signs, now that's useful.

speaking of godawful mess... Flinn, Kate and I went on a quest last night to find a common room to watch Spicks and Specks. Our passage into Langley was impeded by the fact that someone had thrown up mysteriously singed-looking sick all over the stairs at *eight thirty in the evening*. Really, there's no excuse for that sort of thing until after midnight.

[highlyeccentric]

and speaking of endrunkenness, do you realise how incriminating this sounds:

Whereas normally I'm rather blasé about the fact that I can drink whatever I want and my stomach doesn't mind

:p

Great O-Week Legend for 2007: Hung Over Fresher no. 86 manages to throw up in the Great Hall, during the Chancellor's Address, and to contain it all in the voluminous folds of her academic gown and sit quietly through the rest of the speeches.