But oh well.
I felt pretty shitty yesterday, and no, i am not implying the state of my stomach. My stomach is much, much, much better thank you. I meant in the lungular regions. I just felt like utter crap, like I couldn't breathe, and once again i raised and shook my fist in anger at the thought of Tobi and what it does to me. I could barely get from A to B, and I was getting hot flashes. I felt for a moment that this must be what it's like to go through menopause, but without the feeling of sudden suffocation. Today i feel slightly better but i'm incredibly phlegmy. There is no balance in this game of lung disease. It's just a nasty, nasty bitch all around.
I couldn't sleep lastnight b/c I watched some stupid movie called Dead Silence. It was stupid at parts but scary. I couldn't fall asleep for fear that things would go suddenly silent and Mary Shaw would appear in my room. If you see her you don't scream b/c she rips out your tongue. And what's even stupider is that i'm 23 and naiive enough to get scared by this shit. But I was - so shut up.
I'm off to go be unproductive. But before i go continue my unproductivness, I must extend my HAPPY BIRTHDAY WISHES to my Heidi Speidi who is 15 years old today! MUMMY LOVES YOU!
P.S: Got my false alaram 2 months ago today