I seriously hate being ill. I mean come on, who doesn't? Well except maybe for my brotherly friend Carl, who is silly so he doesn't count.
The silly thing about signs and symptoms is that your body produces them because of some virus/bacteria/germinoidcreature in your system. A high fever is your body's way of trying to burn it out. So you feel sick.
Last night had me coughing and hacking away, sniffing Vicks like it was God's gift to the lowly sick people on earth, sniffing it more than most drug addicts sniff whatever they feel the need to be high on. That and emptying out the toilet roll because of the seemily lack of tissue paper around the house. Sometimes I wish I could go to the doctors and allow them to put a tube down my nose and suck out all of the icky mucus. Then I wonder if that happened and they sucked too hard would that collapse my lungs causing suffocation? Or maybe an implosion.
Oh well, its me and my snotty nose saying over and out. back to more procrasination.
But before that I leave you with a pretty little picture I took in London. Yes. I went to London. Whoop whoop. But since i can't seem to get the image loader thing to work, i will have to link you
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