• Mood: sore
• Music: 'Wrap My Words Around You', Daniel Bedingfield.

Ow : redux

Have gone from being a bit ill to being Really Not Very Well At All, which is annoying - I've had to cancel my singing exam tomorrow just because I don't actually trust myself to be able to stay upright long enough. (Also, there are razorblades in my throat and I can't sing.) Everything hurts, everything feels like someone's twisting corkscrews in my muscles. Ow. Whine, whine, sulk, whine.

I hate being ill. asrana pointed out, quite rightly, this morning, that you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who didn't. But I still hate it. And, and, sulk.

Bah.

I have to go into college this morning, but I intend to spend this afternoon and evening curled up in front of my computer. I know I didn't get around to writing any of those rants, but if anyone would like to hear me talk about anything to do with music, now is a good time to ask - I feel kind of music-y this month.

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