Fuck, Shit, Ass, Motherfucker. Pissed off.

I am sick! Fuck! My head feels like it's been run over by a fucking massive bus. Shit. This is major balls. Man, Im fucking pissed. All I really want to do is repeat the word "fuck". That would not be constructive though, lets not forget I have cocksucking exams to sit. Yeah fucking wonderful. Tonsilitis and exams. Fanfuckingtastic.

I am going to try and tell you a story. I don't know if I will be able to effectively communicate it via blogger though, I can barely describe it in person so I'm not hopeful. I had an exam today, I.T. Management. It didnt go too badly, there was this one question and I kicked its ass!

Anyway I felt a tickle in my throat last monday evening, by Tuesday I had tonsilitis. Oh yeah. Bastard hard exam on Wednesday and sick the day before. Great. Well I didnt do as much study as I wanted and fell into bed at about mid night after a very relaxing shower. I was asleep by about 12.20 a.m., my alarm was set for a little after 7.30 a.m. so just over 7 hours sleep. Perfect. I woke up at 3.30 a.m. barely able to breath and a throat I wanted to have amputated. Pain, not pleasant. But here is the interesting part that Im not sure I will be able to describe sufficiently.

I was half asleep half wake, so kind of swinging between both but whenever I was asleep I fell back into a dream where I was an American soldier just after D-Day who had been tasked with assaulting a hedge in Normandy (for futher reading I suggest you Google "Bocage"). Anyway whenever I woke up I knew that this dream was my brains way of telling me that I was sick and needed to take action, blow my very stuffed up nose (sorry but it's true!) and partake of some over the counter drugs. But I couldn.t wake up properly to do all this so I would nod off and BAM! Iw ould be back in the dream, then I would wake up and be really frustrated at myself and my brain for being a fucker.

This went on for about half an hour untill at 4 I finally got it together to get up and take action. So first I blew the shit out of my nose, then drank the shit out of some water, then went downstairs to get some Neurofen. I took the Neurofen and went back to bed but by now I was practically convulsing with the cold. I managed to get back to sleep at about 4.30 a.m. and woke up once or twice more thinking how fucking hot I was ( a lá Dane Cooks bit about being set on fire, for those of you familiar with it)

So I get up at 7.30 a.m. feeling slightly better and tell my mom all this who thinks I was running a fever and was probably slightly delirious as I have a bit of a history there. So I took more drugs, ate some breakfast and kicked the living shit out of my I.T. exam.

There you go, thats been the last two days for me. Enjoyable. To those of you I should have been e-mailing I apologise.

Oh and a useless fact in 24 hours I used 90 Kleenex Balsam tissues.

(I think I'm turning Japanese by The Vapors oozes magnificence.)

(My underpants to jean ratio is way off today, damn being sick)