Well, its been a week since my mingin cold started up. Only now has it died down enough to let me face a machine once again. I did take some medicine as it happens: salt in hot water, gargle for a few minutes, repeat. It will do your throat the world of good! [but the downside is that you feel like you’re 12 years old drowning at the seaside, we’ve all been through that… you know, when that mutha fucker wave comes and hits you pushing you back to shore with power enough to kill, getting dragged along the sandy beach floor thinking your going to die, being washed up on the beach in a foetal position with no swimming costume the whole beach staring at your cold naked body. Come on, we’ve all been there, right?
A good saying has come of the ill period though, one myself and my flatmate devised: hey, I’m not going back in time unless I can have special powers!
Maybe I need a stiff drink.