sick, do not know how many times i must repeat it. i can't walk properly and i've puked. no mood for a proper post but thought i could probably suffer enough for a better one than "keep trying, douchebag". watched diary of a wimpy kid and loved it. nothing beat hachiko though.
this particular bitch just makes things even more ironic and wilder that it's beginning to overwhelm me with uncontrollable humour. constructing the script for proposal and reading chemistry (rather blindly to be honest). there was absolutely nothing to watch on the tele in the morning, which is complete torture for a couch potato like yours truly.
nonetheless, back to work.