I have been having frequent nose-bleeds and wincing whenever my mobile rings. Because more often than not, it's the bf calling to see how I am holding up in isolation and sickness, and I'm at the dingy LAN cafe pounding away at the keyboard, when I should be resting in bed, or reading up for summer school.

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Summer school is exactly what I need to concentrate on.

Obviously the above entry has to be back -dated (like a couple of weeks), but I think it is still relevant.

Or maybe I'm too lazy to actually think of something succint and humourous.

I'm currently in a dilemna. Should I eat the the one lone stalk of chilli sitting forlornly in the empty can that once contained spicy chilli tuna? It is not a bright red, more of a dull orange, but the tuna was really hot. I can feel my innards burning.

But I'm hungry.