i hate being sick. the worst is over, but my throat feels like it's been scrubbed by radioactive wire wool, my nasal passages have been used to test extremely corrosive substances and my headaches, well, i can't even begin to describe the pain when the headaches come. you know how they tell you that your head is "two sizes too small" or "stabbing pains"? they dont even come close to the lightning flashes of agony if you move too fast. i dont walk - i lurch. when it's a good hour, i waddle. when it's not, don't ask. when i cough, my whole body decides to join in the fun. hooray for utter negativity. and i wasted my day, how's that.

this has probably been a total waste of your time. unless you enjoy whinging, or are a sadist.

here and gone...

poof.

i typed in a livejournal addy and recieved a cheerful message telling me that "This livejournal has been deleted and purged." deleted, and purged. what an interesting word. carries the connotation of utter, complete and final eradication of a plague that scourges your lands/health/insert-noun-here. of course, it was a typo. but still. what a way to go. probably a word used by dictators ("let us purge the world of !!!!!") and religious fanatics ("death to the infidels! we shall smite them and purge them from our lands! yaar!!!"). compare the exclamation marks and tell me who's saner.

ahmigawd. ja yin tan tetra janjanjan quildë quildë el hethra melindo nwalya-aini tulin rámalóké tulin tulin tulin.

i'm feeling very rach 2 adagio tonight.

woooo. my dad is too fit. biking 45 km is no sweat for him, while the rest of the family straggles and struggles behind him.

i am envious and mildly disgusted :P

and ndp was fun. what a gathering :P

ahmigawd. shocute!

i am running on empth. zero, nada, zilch and sheer oompth thanks to adrenaline fuelled by fear of failure. i am dei-fied, and make what you[r] will of that. 5 minutes to touchdown, and i'm flying on the fumes of the fire they built to roast me alive. it's nice to look down on the blaze and watch the bonfire of work spiral up to the ceiling, but that's a stupid thing to do when it's up to your ears. watch the teachers do a tribal dance around the sacrifice, with tea and cakes all round after it. and after all that, it's time to go headhunting.

spot the allusions, 5 cents a guess.