In the violet hour…
I love TS Eliot, by the way, and the fact that someone has quoted him on a wall makes me very happy. The Hollow Men, The Wasteland, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Little Gidding, and of course his poems on cats. Because I like cats.
One of my cats is not well at the moment; it’s been discovered she’s allergic to everything, including the air and the grass, but despite the itching, she doesn’t seem to mind. I’m not that ill, but it’s pissing me off a wee bit more.
If you don’t like me explicitly talking about (fairly mild) colds, then don’t read the rest.
I hate colds, because I always get them badly, and then when I come back to college, people say “Why were you off?” and I say “Because I had a cold,” and they give me a look like I am the most pathetic human being in the universe. I CANNOT HELP THAT I GET COLDS A LOT AND THAT A COLD WHICH WOULD GIVE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS A SNIFFLE MAKES ME THROW UP AND GET DELIRIOUS. HOKAY? HOKAY.
Actually, as colds go, this one has been nice. No vomiting, which is a plus. Nasty heatrash and a minor fever on Sunday evening, and a sore throat today and yesterday, but it is going and assuming no evil additions are made (it would be so like my immune system to turn round and go “HAHA, DID WE MENTION YOU’RE NOW GETTING A SWEATY TEMPERATURE AGAIN?”, because my immune system hates me.
There are some people who never get colds, or who just get sniffles. And I hate staying off college and doing nothing but homework or lying on the sofa feeling useless, because I hate being useless and bored. And I always feel so silly. Yuck.
Anyway. Get over it, Abbi, and go have some lemsip.
I think you’d enjoy http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com.
Get better, you. Love you.
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