Worst cold I have ever had I'm sure.
I can't breathe, throat is on fire, lips are cracked from being unable to breathe through nose, head is spinning, eyes hurt.
I need to flyer for the gig and skate jam, but I just can't leave Dave's bed. I'm sort of enjoying my ill outfit of choice, fluffy socks, leggings and a massive American Apparel hoody. Best ever for sick days.
Eurgh.
Big Fish on DVD and cornflakes it is. x.
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