Missing

Me that is. Its the first official day of the new semester and I wasn't there. I wasn't there because I was in bed, where I have mostly been since Friday. That or hauling my large stuffed My Melody* and blanket around like a giant female Linus.

The advantage of being super paranoid and buying books is that I can at least do some home reading. Disadvantage is that seasonal flu (for I am assuming it is that, and I do not in fact have the plague, or the much afeared lurghi (I now have Harry Secombe and Spike Milligan in my head)) is that all I want to do is sleep.



*Seriously that is her name. But heck her friend is Hello Kitty so why would having a general pronoun be especially unusual in a world where the star of the world has a greeting as her first name.

A week gone

First I was ill, and then it was the snow...it equals no university for a week and two assignments that I manically drove people nuts over got extended.

My computer died a bit, I've watched too much crappy daytime television and I've taken up eating bizarre food combinations...all in all I feel as though I am *truly* living the student life.

In other news its my birthday tomorrow, woo me...I was going to be tremendously sensible and use my book tokens/gift vouchers for uni books. However, I was persuaded out of this and now am the proud owner of Superfreakonomics, How to Teach Quantum Physics to Your Dog, a Jo Nesbo novel, and some Woody Allen films...

Poorly

You know that mythical fresher's flu. Not so mythical apparently.