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I feel like I could do with curling up and dying for a week or so, but I appear to have the grand total of two days left to do all my work and pack, having entirely wasted today. Did I mention yet that I hate being ill?
Also, sitting around makes me want to kill things. This is rather counter-productive. I know several ways to solve the problem, none of which I'm implementing, because I'm also feeling particularly stupid and self-destructive. People who are inclined to worry would do well to remember that I'm busily fighting off uncounted millions of stupid little virii and hence am not capable of intelligent thought currently, or indeed that much action, and am liable to just sit around whining rather than actually doing anything of any description.
I have spent all day playing stupid computer games and reading webcomics. Now I ought to go and eat something and get an early night, so I have a fighting chance of being at least vaguely functional tomorrow. The chances of these things happening are, naturally, slim to none. Most likely I will sit here until my parents come and worry at me, making everyone optimally upset and stressed, and continue reading the most depressing webcomics I can find until, mm, about midnight, generally. At which point I'll have pretty much guaranteed I'm good for nothing tomorrow as well, along with failing to take my last oppertunity to get to church here (and hence find out how the 8-10s party went in my absence, etc).
I'm not thoroughly useless; I'm just spending a week dead for reasons of virus-induced incapacity. It would have been more useful if I had a week spare for such, that's all.
Also, sitting around makes me want to kill things. This is rather counter-productive. I know several ways to solve the problem, none of which I'm implementing, because I'm also feeling particularly stupid and self-destructive. People who are inclined to worry would do well to remember that I'm busily fighting off uncounted millions of stupid little virii and hence am not capable of intelligent thought currently, or indeed that much action, and am liable to just sit around whining rather than actually doing anything of any description.
I have spent all day playing stupid computer games and reading webcomics. Now I ought to go and eat something and get an early night, so I have a fighting chance of being at least vaguely functional tomorrow. The chances of these things happening are, naturally, slim to none. Most likely I will sit here until my parents come and worry at me, making everyone optimally upset and stressed, and continue reading the most depressing webcomics I can find until, mm, about midnight, generally. At which point I'll have pretty much guaranteed I'm good for nothing tomorrow as well, along with failing to take my last oppertunity to get to church here (and hence find out how the 8-10s party went in my absence, etc).
I'm not thoroughly useless; I'm just spending a week dead for reasons of virus-induced incapacity. It would have been more useful if I had a week spare for such, that's all.
