wipe out

Last week was all cakes and beers, pretty painted birds and pretty dolled up people...



This weeks all, "I'm dying. No really, I think I am..."

From coughing til you vomit to hallucinating all night about your bones being separately encased in large blocks of ice and one by one being shattered...
Also other fun stuff...

Today I am marginally better. But still I need to go back to bed... I hope you don't have what I have.

That's over

Now there's nothing holding me back from my licence to ILL.
COUGHS like dying....

no fun

we've got the sniffles so we aren't much fun. are we ever. for those who've tried to call me. i have no credit, so tend to abandon my phone. i'll try to be better. for those that didn't.

whatever.

for those that texted loving messages of support. I LOVE YOU TOO.