I am suffering from an attack by the evil rhinovirus, and my exams are on Thursday. Boo hoo.
On a (considerably) brighter note, I spent the last few hours reading badly drawn cartoons. I have no idea why I am feeling so elated about it.
My neighbours are deconstructing their house again - fourteen workers and a "rajmistri" breaking and building things; by sunset, my house looks like Pompeii, only with a thicker layer of dust. This, combined with the fact that I am horribly (and when I say horribly, I mean _horribly_ ) allergic to dust, means that I am constantly on the verge of arson.
Madness is not like gravity, its like having only Ctrl+Alt+Del buttons..
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