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So, today I woke up (at about 4am) with The Cold Of Doom. Having taken far too much Night Nurse, which is a really good way to knock yourself out and incidentally something of a cold remedy, I then failed to wake up until 11am, with my throat attempting to claw its way out. This would explain the headache that wouldn't go away and my woefully erratic behaviour, and also the unnaturally large amount of sleepiness.
I have a ton of work to do, which is all the tricky or awkward bits that I've been putting off, and now my head is stuffed full of cotton wool. Oh well. (I suspect I have to think about packing at some point, too, which is always awkward.)
I have a ton of work to do, which is all the tricky or awkward bits that I've been putting off, and now my head is stuffed full of cotton wool. Oh well. (I suspect I have to think about packing at some point, too, which is always awkward.)
