I received a phone call from Leonard in the midst of my slumber this morning.
Turns out that both Alan and he had already reached Long's house; I ended up setting foot out of my door much earlier than anticipated.
Now I've got blisters on my thumb, which isn't of any aid to me in revising for what's due last week... really.
Plus, this goddamned ulcer simpy refuses to part itself from my throat.
I've completed the medication prescribed by that old fool and I don't see any changes at all.
Each morning when I awake, It feels like some sort of shrapnel grenade just exploded itself inside of my throat, leaving me wringing in agony.
JUST HOW MUCH LONGER will it take until I get to savour all that spicy delicacies that I have been so unyieldingly resisting?
Today's already the tenth.
Fourteen more days until school reopens.
Assuming that it'll cost me another week for me to recuperate from this ungodly illness, I'm left with just about another five to six days for revision.
Then there's that Genting trip too.
It would seem to me that my absence from the trip would be ineludible, as much as I hope to be able to attend it.
I'm experiencing extreme sentiments of reluctance on the idea of going back to school.
Someone tell me I don't have to =/
