I woke up at 7am, after going to bed at 2am with a huge smile plastered across my face, and I woke up ill. Typical. Bloody effing typical. I was battling with my stomach for about an hour before my mum got up and made everything better by popping me on the sofa with a glass of water, half my bed and the washing up bowl from the sink. I have yet to actually, for lack of a better term in mind, puke. I don’t think I will, in all honesty either. I just felt like I was and my stomach was hurting like the last time I remembered having a stomach bug. But no actual puking.
I feel like I’ve constantly been ill so far this year. The two weeks leading up to my psychology exam I was stressing out and panicking myself to illness, and then I got a stress cold sore –AFTER- the exam. Its not looking good for me. I think I’m going to attempt a nap now.
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I wrote that yesterday. I did nap for an hour. Or at least I think I did. I went to sleep with the radio on, and woke up with it off. And then I forgot to write the rest of it, and here I am, Sunday 3pm, writing this blog instead of writing my English coursework and commentary that are due in tomorrow. I've done some editing of it today though, which is more than I've done on it for the past I don't know how man weeks. I haven't done anything on it since before Christmas, so yeah.
Better get to doin’ the ole coursework. Sigh.
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