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Jan. 30th, 2007 11:55 pmStill not dead. Still in Cambridge. Have sent out pathetic messages to all those that count (i.e. those who pay me) regarding my lack of being in Scotland. Have discovered that my vague attempt to go and get a paper nearly killed me, so not up to a train journey just yet.
Am, however, being fed ice cream to make the burning razor blade sensation in my throat go away. This is a good thing and I am being thoroughly spoiled. Huzzah!
At some point, I will make a post regarding the good times I had in Cambridge before I managed to start coughing and spending all day in bed and hallucinating monkeys/monks. (A connection? Hmm. Benedictine monks and ninja monkeys with knives who are using me to test face masks are probably not connected.) When I'm not feeling like crap, I'm actually having a good time. Also, I think the paint fumes that are probably pervading my house in St Andrews might actually carry me off. I am also amused at remembering the phrase my Dad told me when I was little. "It's not the cough that'll carry you, it's the coffin they'll carry you off in."
Now I sleep. *yawns*
Am, however, being fed ice cream to make the burning razor blade sensation in my throat go away. This is a good thing and I am being thoroughly spoiled. Huzzah!
At some point, I will make a post regarding the good times I had in Cambridge before I managed to start coughing and spending all day in bed and hallucinating monkeys/monks. (A connection? Hmm. Benedictine monks and ninja monkeys with knives who are using me to test face masks are probably not connected.) When I'm not feeling like crap, I'm actually having a good time. Also, I think the paint fumes that are probably pervading my house in St Andrews might actually carry me off. I am also amused at remembering the phrase my Dad told me when I was little. "It's not the cough that'll carry you, it's the coffin they'll carry you off in."
Now I sleep. *yawns*