*coff coff*
I am sick.
Not very sick, mind you, but I am usually never ill so I am not used to it. It is just headache and swollen throat and a bit of tickly coughing but you would think it was SARS and birdflu and pneumonia all rolled together the way I am carrying on about it. I think it is winter's revenge for my incessant bitching about the weather.
It is however giving me nighttime hallucinations, and I think also daytime hallucinations maybe as I keep turning this boy-situation over in my head and coming to a completely different conclusion every time. I have lost count how many resolutions I have made and then subsequently revised twenty minutes later. Probably the next resolution should be "don't be such a puss."
Neither illness nor incomprehensible boys stopped me having heaps of fun in York this weekend, however! Good old-fashioned Christmas-shopping-with-mulled-wine-breaks fun. It rained the whole time and I had wet feet for hours on end and there were far far too many people but it was fantastic. I love Christmas markets, and daytime drinking, and luckily daytime drinking makes me forget that I am scared of enormous tidal crowds, so everyone was happy!
I bought ingredients for gingerbread men and two bottles of lethal-looking 'Exmoor Punch' which describes itself as "An exciting blend of Orange Juice, Exotic Spices, Essence of Rum, Dark Brown Sugar and our Top Quality Cider" and demands to be served "Piping Hot". I am thinking of putting the gingerbread and this concoction together and having Household Fun! (if I can ever get all my housemates into one place again.)
Mulled wine and other warm alcoholic beverages MUST be the only reason for winter.
I am sick.
Not very sick, mind you, but I am usually never ill so I am not used to it. It is just headache and swollen throat and a bit of tickly coughing but you would think it was SARS and birdflu and pneumonia all rolled together the way I am carrying on about it. I think it is winter's revenge for my incessant bitching about the weather.
It is however giving me nighttime hallucinations, and I think also daytime hallucinations maybe as I keep turning this boy-situation over in my head and coming to a completely different conclusion every time. I have lost count how many resolutions I have made and then subsequently revised twenty minutes later. Probably the next resolution should be "don't be such a puss."
Neither illness nor incomprehensible boys stopped me having heaps of fun in York this weekend, however! Good old-fashioned Christmas-shopping-with-mulled-wine-breaks fun. It rained the whole time and I had wet feet for hours on end and there were far far too many people but it was fantastic. I love Christmas markets, and daytime drinking, and luckily daytime drinking makes me forget that I am scared of enormous tidal crowds, so everyone was happy!
I bought ingredients for gingerbread men and two bottles of lethal-looking 'Exmoor Punch' which describes itself as "An exciting blend of Orange Juice, Exotic Spices, Essence of Rum, Dark Brown Sugar and our Top Quality Cider" and demands to be served "Piping Hot". I am thinking of putting the gingerbread and this concoction together and having Household Fun! (if I can ever get all my housemates into one place again.)
Mulled wine and other warm alcoholic beverages MUST be the only reason for winter.
septembre:
My ma and pa came up to visit on Saturday and we drank mulled wine in the market. It was nice. Hoorah for winter!