Day Three…

Quite a fascinating day today. Constant coughing thanks to this non-swine-flu-flu and, as if I wasn’t sick enough, I had to spend a whole day with mother (it’s okay, she’s used to me abusing her). Downtown she dragged me, coughing badly, and we spent two hours in a library using the computers.Well, I used the computers are Betty read a book about psychology. For some reason there was a picture of some feet in there…

After that I crammed as much food down my throat as possible. Six sausages rolls, two portions of chips, two burgers and an ice cream… all that fattening crap + an illness doesn’t really do much good for you, so I soon ended up in the toilet upstairs. Seriously, I’ve never seen such a weird colour in a toilet – kinda yellow and brown with bits of lumpy black brown stuff. Anyway, nobody wants a detailed description of my faecal vomit.

I had a call from Joy, which lasted over 12 minutes. Fortunately, she was on her mom’s phone, so Jane has to foot the bill. Mwahahahaha. Apparently, they went shopping and some old man turned around to tell Joy that she looks like his daughter. Jane’s reaction? ‘Don’t touch my daughter’. She really does make me laugh… even if she does call me ‘Stevie Baby’.

Now I sit here, listening to ‘Fearless’, a new album by Taylor Swift I got today from HMV, chatting to Morreen. Oh how she makes me laugh.

And that’s about all for now. Chou.