Thursday, October 26, 2006

lesson #044: the orchestra inside my nose goes, 'sniff, sniff, atchoo!'

Still plagued by mild cold. I say mild because I'm not exactly lying on my death bed screaming in agony. But it's irritating enough to make me not feel like doing anything significant, such as writing my essay on English poetry. Which I'd made a bet I'd finish in two hours today. F-a-r-k.

List of Things That Would Be The Death of Me:
1. Online shopping
2. Neuroticisim
3. My Big Mouth

Actually supposed to go Sainsbury now (scheduled the day such that can postpone writing essay to the late afternoon, heh heh) but it is farking raining!!! So would have to go later when the weather's better which may mean the late afternoon, which means... I have to write NOW. ARGH. Can't write it at night because am going to the Theatre Royal for a play called Entertaining Angels, which should be good. Am going in a romantic group date of 20-odd people from my Lit class, most of them female, with the exceptions of a few males being either loud, ugly, or both.

Head spinning. Can't breathe. Need - to - sneeze!