Sunday today. Woke up feeling sick again. This time, I probably really am sick. I've got aching bones, a blocked nose, a voice like an old man (no jokes about my age please) and a head full of stuffiness. When I answered Lynette's call at 2pm, she thought she'd woken me up, such was the frailty of my voice.
I watched England get beaten by Ireland in the Rugby and felt somewhat better. Now, if only Scotland could play alot better.
I think about the amount of work that has to be done in the upcoming week and the thought alone makes me even sicker so I shall stop thinking about work, I shall stop thinking about sickness. I shall think about sunny days and weather good enough for ice cream-eating on the street. I shall think about June....but in June, I graduate and that makes me think about work. Oh no, it's a vicious cycle....I have to stop thinking. It might be hard.
I might go to Tesco and look at food. That might make me feel better. I hope it does. Sorry for the meaningless post. It's all I could think of writing.

Choonage: Beth Orton- She Cries Your Name
Smashing Pumpkins - Tonite Reprise