"The trick is to keep breathing..."

Subject lyric: The Trick Is To Keep Breathing, by Garbage.

I'm still alive.
Just about.
Let us sum up: I have stuff leaking out of my throat normally found only in certain sewage plants. I can't swallow. My ears ache. I keep on waking up with my left eye stuck shut. I'm constantly dizzy, I can't eat anything, and the most fun I had was yesterday after I took my sinus pills.
Because then the floor started moving and I felt all tingly and cool.
What a miserable state of being this is. And it's an odd thing- even when I'm sick I can't stand to stay in my pyjamas.
Andre liked his present. w00+. So much, apparently, that he insisted on getting me something while he's in Edmonton. I would have told him not to, but... well, frankly, I didn't want to. (Ah, Davi logic...) So I gave him the names of a load of bands whose albums I want. The Cure, U2, Garbage, Jack Off Jill... I think that was it. Dunno, I can't remember.
According to Mum I've lost weight... but it's not just that. The waistband of my jeans is looser, but the cuffs go down further. I'm shrinking! O_O
Soon, lovelies, Eru will dwindle down to a liiiiiiiiiiiiiitle speck and then you shall have to try very hard not to step on her. Hopefully this will not happen before the eighth.
And hopefully Eru will get better really really soon. Really soon. Now would be good.
And hopefully acute bronchitis shall strike down every last damned member of my family so that they'll all shut up for once.
But that's neither here nor there.

~Jehane

"Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue." - Ambrose Bierce