I haven't been listening to a lot of music recently, which is a bit strange, and a tad not-like-me. Tonight after I saw M off to her bus, I put in headphones and shuffled through the random tracks on Mr.Green. They sounded sort of alien, I have no clue why, but they seemed new and unexplored to my ears. Intriguing.

I have been bedridden since Tuesday, unfortunately. My throat decided it will not produce sounds any more and shut down completely. M dragged me to a doctor and I got a nice bunch of antibiotics and other crap I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE. I hate taking pills. Can stand this feeling of my natural immunity systems being violated. But I guess the nasty virus violated them in the first place so why whine?

Usually I'm healthy, really strong and holding on. But when it gets me, it's strong and doesn't want to let go.

I realise that this entry is probably dead boring and kinda unproductive, but I'm still not back from the dead in a way. I keep on thinking.

Why the hell? What did I do wrong? What is evil in our little scrap of happiness? Why do you keep on forcing your ideas of fate into it? Why not believe her and just let it go?

Without problems life would be boring. I'll bite my lip and tell helplessness to fuck off. I think I'm gonna do some dreaming instead. The cover and the blanket are all tangled up.

Theatrical coughs OH BTWWWWWWW!!!! We're doing 'As You Like It' by Shakespeare in our Spinning Globe theatre at uni :D I'm gonna play Touchstone the Clown... I'm soooo happy about it :D

New ways to cure a nasty cold

Frantic showers
Eating Bounty
Wearing those funny, but warm, tights
Smiles, warmth, coffee, home.

Let's just go to sleep, we have all the time in the world, don't we?

Edit: Got rid of a nasty Freudian slip xD