And sleeping. Sleeping would be nice. Actually, anything rather than hacking up a lung would be just fine by me. I have bronchitis or something. Every time I try to take a deep breath, I feel something fluid-like gurgling in my chest. That’s not good, is it? All I know is, I better be well by the Madness show, or I’m going to be so sad. I’m already pretty sad. I’m at work. I truly am one of the laziest people on the planet. I loved being un-employed. That’s the worst part of this, that I have lost the ability to lay about the house, as every time I try to lay down, I start coughing. I was up past two in the morning, coughing and coughing and coughing. I’m sure my roommates and neighbours love me. I should go to the doctor. I don’t want to go, though, because they’re never really helpful, are they? It’s always drink more fluids, get plenty of rest, yakity smakity. Shoot me.
Current mood: sick
Playlist: Mafioso Ska
By Los Hooligans
Release date: 15 May, 1991
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 