...every time I think I'm getting better, I wake up the next morning and there's something else wrong. ~groans~ Want. To get. Well.
I think it's going to have to involve going home again...no matter what's going on in my life, I never can seem to get entirely better from anything whilst still at school.
I, um. Missed you. And stuff. Yeah.
I'm eventually going to regret that, too. ~s~ Ah well. That's what I *do*. I'm *tragic*. People will just have to accept that.
And if that's not how you pronounce his name, how *do* you?
Impressive. Not one single person - not even G - is going to understand either of those. ~g~ Yay me!
...can NOT afford to be that pretentious when you have worn that *appalling suit*. I'm sorry, but can nobody else see the true unbridled hideousness of that suit? It's vile. Vile. Utterly, shamefully repulsive. Horrific. A crime against humanity.
I hate that suit.
Just, ow. My throat is *so* sore. Ow.
Paracetamol? Doesn't work. Strepsils? Nope. Lemon & honey? Helps briefly, but not for long. Weird, scary anaesthetising stuff my mum gave me? Doesn't help, but cut off my air supply.
What should I be taking?
Going home tonight, yay! It was so pointful my coming in to school at all...I've done so much...heh...~g~
Watched That 70s Show just now. Mmm...Ashton...want...
With the...missing, and stuff.
Aching. And. Not just because I'm ill.