it's official

I've hit the Codral. Hurrah for the attack of the killer summer cold. I need my pseudoephodrine hits to keep me wide awake (albeit it somewhat stare bearish) for the next two days of work. Four words: Me Wantee Sick Day. But Jess has a goal of buying a TV if she earns a grand in the next fortnight. So off to the sauna she will go.

So what the pseudoephodrine has done? It's made me switch between first and third person. Surely not a good state of affairs.

And to make matters worse, Adam was meant to be here fifteen minutes ago. Ok, so it's a good thing that his parents finally want to talk to him and pay him attention for the first time in nineteen years now that he's leaving home in two days, but really?!

My throat hurts and my nose is in between runny patches. And my mum is 300 kilometres away feeding 200 crazy kids so I don't even have her to whine to and buy me more Codral. I'm officially sad :( I want my mum. I want my other half. But now I'll have to make do with Jacaranda, my ever-so loyal teddy bear.