hate being ill

so there I was, feeling much better bar the cough, thinking oh yeah, tomorrow I'll be right as rain for work, and then what happens, I threw up a few times this evenin and now I feel like shite again. Hmmpf
 Now I may have to call in sick in the morning, and I really didnt want to.

:)

She used to get inside my head. Then I realised she didn't have to, so I scooped my brain out with a rusty spoon,  built it a lead case and put it back in again. Now She can't do shit. She tried though. It started to rain though and she melted away. HA. Karma

haha

I would like to retract the silliness of my last blog post as
1. I didnt die in the night
and
2. I feel alot better today
Although I do still have the horrendous cough!

shit

well that panicked me.

I just checked online and I have all but one of the possible of symptoms of swine flu.
 I mean I have a sore throat and a bad cough now, and not be able to eat. But the headaches have stopped and my nose isnt runny anymore, just blocked. Plus I in no way feel bed bound, or the need to stay in the house all day. I refuse! I've been out and about.

Fuck this, I doubt I have it. I'll be fine

I'm so stubborn

Maybe...

I should use all this to my advantage and do some work. I haven't drawn, sketched, or painted anything for ages, and I have so much unfinished work. ANd i've always found I draw better when I feel like shit. Though I am kinda shaky. Hmm.

Maybe this is a chance to try and focus. The quicker I start churning out decent work, the quicker I can get a portfolio together and hopefully find some decent work and get out of this shithole of a town. I aint rotting here any longer than I have to

Sick as a Pig

Blah

I am so unbelievably ill its unreal. My head is burning up but the rest of me is ice cold. I'm freezing my tits off wearing five layers in my own room. This is how I know I'm ill because its unusual for me to be cold in here. Its like a fucking sauna!

I didnt sleep well last night. I was tossing and turning all night and was stuck half awake and half in a dream. Like I could see my room and I knew I was being awkward with the duvet but at the same time I was dreaming I was flipping envelopes and stuffing them with cotton in order to change the thicknesses. I know right, wierd. and it happened all night.

I'm rambling shit. It's all I'm good at.

Fuck.....I still have no idea what to do.

oh, but I'm still Awesome

ugh.

I dunno what it is but I feel like death. I can barely sit and type this. My head is pounding so much I keep blacking out, my eyes are watering and I can barely focus. Its taking me ages to even type just this. My nose is closing up and breathing is difficult, my lungs are trying to push their way out of my chest, and on top of that, I feel so hot and yet so cold at the same time. I keep shaking and I can't control it. I'm wearing a gazillion layers and I'm still freezing, and my room is always boiling.

I'm such a child. MAN UP loser. Haha, I love me.

hmm.

I think I've done the right thing.

She was Fat, She had to go.

...

If I stay in this room any longer I think I might actually explode.

Update -----

I didn't. I just almost wet myself. But luckily I didn't do that either

what do you do...

When you've forced the one good thing out of your life for good?

Find something better! And I did. WIN