In case people are wondering, I have recovered from my sickness about 80% (damn excess fluids) cos my jaw's throbbing as if i've eated 500 pounds of extra-chewy beef jerky, and one of my ribs is hurting after having an unsavoury coughing fit after laughing at some sitcom (can't recall which one, since i'm enamoured with several).
I havent had a full on day of uni for a long time. Who thought that my 2 hour marketing tute would actually run for the full 2 hours this time? Why today, when I have so many things infecting my mind? Thinking so much for 7 hours straight? I dont even get that tired at work (who would need to bother using an ounce of brain power to argue with daft-minded customers about the $1 fine they have to pay for returning their DVDs after the damn due date?)
I am dabbing my infected mind wounds with a generous amount of evening tv. I suppose you know by now that tv is my remedy for anything. Though I never thought I'd develop a crush on a dog (don't judge me, i'm talking about a very intellectual Brian! He talks, he writes, what GUY, let alone DOG can do that?).
My mind is sooo tired at present that this rant is going in no particular direction. None at all. Because I cant think of one. I just like the way my fingers feel when I type something non-uni-related. And I'm multi-tasking; watching Family Guy and trying to think of something remotely intelligent to write is rather an impossible task. In fact it's a feat in itself that I'm not merely typing down the dialogue that i hear, even though I do rote learn them and recite them randomly to scare my friends.
Therefore, I think I better stop. Not only have I run out of things to say (for once, I can hear some people's sighs of reliefs echo throughout the universe) but I feel I should do something productive. Like read that article for film and television. Or play with my mum's Ab-Pro King.
Or finish watching this rather intriguing episode about pies.
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