I’m having a really shitty week.  I haven’t been sleeping properly (or at all), and today I woke up with the world’s worst sore throat.  I could barely swallow, it hurt so much.

I had to spend a few hours trekking around the city buying supplies, laminating things, printing things.  I had to go to Julie’s birthday dinner.  I really, really wanted to.  I’m annoyed that I couldn’t stay longer, but there’s really so much to do.  Ahhgh.

I had to wait an hour for my bus, in the cold.  By the time I was heading home, everything was sore: my head, my throat, my back, my legs, muscles I didn’t even know I had.  I was dizzy and slightly feverish.  Bleh bleh bleh.  Could barely eat dinner, which was such a shame, because the food was SO nice.

(And you know there’s something really wrong when I can’t eat.)

Manifest, I hate you.  Why must you take up so much up of my time/resources/sanity?

Julie, I do not hate you.  Happy 21st, my frulicious tulie.