termed labour!

I have 2 weeks. 2 weeks, people. Before I head back to school.

10 work days to do the things I do, before familiarity sets back in.

Somehow, the feeling is conflicting. Have I developed a longing already?!?!

You know what else I've developed? A greater sense of xenophobia.

4 worthy notes pegged to saturday:

1.) I passed my FTT.
2.) Liverpool beat Bolton.
3.) I won a dollar. Yes, 1 fucking dollar from the above-mentioned win.
4.) I had supper with the good ol's that involved bread, spread and madcap. Also, a good tin of milk tea goes a long way.


Bye.

Current Mood- Whatever my face is expressing, is what I'm not.
Current Music- One Love- Prodigy



SIGNING OFF
DLC:P

panik

Ok, FTT at 11.30 tomorrow.

I hope I pass. Fuck.

Current Mood- Sleepy, Anxious. At the same time.
Current Music- Some Classical Song I'm Too Lazy to Identify- iTunes Radio



SIGNING OFF
DLC:P

when time zips

Hello.

I've a sore throat. God knows where I collected these delightful microscopic critters, but I sure don't really want to know. I hate this more than you. You know why? It's usually involves me staying sick for a week or more. It starts with a irritation in the throat, then it develops into a blocked nose, which will follow before I develop a bloody cold. Then i go back into the sore throat and dig out a nasty cough.

Medicine only makes recovery a tad faster.

And also, work's gotten alot better for the past 7 weeks. Tireless, I presume. Or maybe not.
All I know's that, i've got new work to handle and boy, I ain't got time.

Ok, back to being sick.

Sick.
My LO's coming on the day that I'm gonna be relatively more sickly than the previous one.

Why do coincidences play me like that?

Sick.




Current Mood- Sickly?
Current Music-Only This Moment- Royksopp


SIGNING OFF
DLC:P