By George I'm sick.
- I don't 'alf 'ave rosy cheeks today. And no, I did NOT get laid last night, in fact far from it, but I'm one seriously sick puppy. I managed to go over to the Football despite feeling a bit cold and funny, made a right pratt of myself in the pub I frequent afterwards - I'm avoiding almost three now for very different reasons :-( and then popped over to my favourite Camden establishment to annoy the engineer who let me do the lights, Wooohoooo disco!! I did get asked to calm down after a while but I enjoyed myself very much indeed. I then went and completely ignored the rule you learn when about 13 which is that it is no longer ok to "knock" for people but eventually got myself off home. My poor friend Petra had a rather nasty bloody accident but is luckily ok! Woooohooooo what a day!
- Anyway, after an unsettling bunch of nightmares that have done me in this past week, I woke this morning with a terrible fever. Being a complete hyper condriac I decided it was syphilis (I was learning about Hitler this week and he had it) but as it is easing now and I am an extremely clean living sorta chick of course I am definite I am completely safe on that front. The only things I appear to be guilty of are a 24 hour bug and a terribly over active imagination. Still, milk this I will, and I must go now as the workers have readied my first meal. Whilst in this state I might well try and do some more work on desperately trying to convince my adorable web designing friend Si to do cheeky naughty things to Chelsea's website which he is working on. I haven't got very far as yet - damn these professionals! but maybe when he hears how poorly I am he may give way, just a little....
- Later.
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