17/08/09

So I have a fucking cold, again.
It's 00:20 and i'm currently laid in bed, with a hot water bottle and a piece of tissue up each nostril, attractive, huh?
This tea brief is sapping my energy, but, its tea, of which I drink copious amounts, so I guess its swings and roundabouts.
Its now 00:22, I should probably go to sleep, although I doubt the caffine in my last brew will let me.
I hope Laurence isn't too noisy when he gets home, he's usually quiet, however with my recent luck in sleeping a mouse fart will probably wake me.
I missed home more than usual today, I cant wait for the parental units and little sister to pay their scheduled visits, although partying till 7am is probably going to kill me, if not give me another god forsaken disease, probably pneumonia or something.
Hmmm I hope Ana is feeling better.
Its now 00:27, and i'm procrastinating on things to write instead of going to sleep, which I definately need to do, more so than typing.
00:28, I feel oddly comforted i'm ending on an even number.
Night x