this flu goes on and on.
and on. im getting bored. day 8. errrrgggeerrrrrr.
at least my workshop victim, i mean student, has calmed down. she works away and seems to take it all in stride.
i have my six girl friends, all far far away. and then i think, "is this a life?". and then i think "oh youre sick. dont believe anything you hear me say". and then i go to bed. again.
and on. im getting bored. day 8. errrrgggeerrrrrr.
at least my workshop victim, i mean student, has calmed down. she works away and seems to take it all in stride.
i have my six girl friends, all far far away. and then i think, "is this a life?". and then i think "oh youre sick. dont believe anything you hear me say". and then i go to bed. again.