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Poor Sean.

I still have that cold. I've come to the conclusion that, because I've been in virtual isolation for the last year and a half, my body is unused to even the weakest of viral strains, and that's why I feel like I'm dying.

Okay; so it's not that bad, because I am indeed able to leave my bed and drag myself to the library, but still. I'm feeling ( Read more... )

I really don't feel well. For some reason I have contracted a bad head cold, which is damned ridiculous as I haven't been in close contact with anyone infectious for a long while.

Send me Lemsip.

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Yesterday, I called Vic's ex a "twat with multicolour hair", got spat on with coffee, by Vic, twice, thus increasing her record to three times, and got stared at by a pair of lads, when I was tweaking my right nipple ( Read more... )

2nd Attempt
This room is too hot, and smells of geek.

Yes, I moved in on Saturday. 'Twas Ben's birthday, and he was playing at Widstock (a local music festival type thing), but sadly I didn't get into Liverpool early enough to see him in action ( Read more... )

I'm sat in an internet cafe, waiting for Consequences to wake up. I have a feeling he won't. Ah well, we all have to sleep sometime.

( Boring survey. )

Look who's grown!


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My father is dancing around, singing "Give me crumbly, give me goats! The vast assembly of the brain-dead..."

Argh?

Edit: He's stopped now. I've realised I've been making far too many short, pointless entries so I'm going to turn this into a decent-ish update ( Read more... )