Ugh... still sick.

Woke up feeling even worse. I'm not going to go into detail about what I coughed up, I'll spare you this time.

So I decided to get some more rest. I collapse on the bed (as I like to do). And I hear the lawnmover... uuuuuugh. Neighbours, you gotta love your neighbours... The unstoppable gnawing sound of a lawnmover. Drilling its way into your head. While slime oozes out of every opening. Aaaaagh.

Sick.

I'm sick.

Goodnight. Feel better than me. Send happy thoughts to skye. She needs it. Damn her parents. I'll write about it tomorrow if I remember. Don't forget to be depressed, Plume. It's what you need to need.

NP: Pumpkins - Thirty-Three (tomorrow's just an excuse away)

...people who need people, are the luckiest people...