Climbing Up The Walls

May I start by saying bollocks. fuck. shitcheeks. pissweasel and bugger, bugger, balls. I am ill. It sucks. I have flu. I can't write. Sentences gone. Telegram style. Brain woozy. Body incapacitated. Nose heavy. Eyes blurry. Cough unbearable.

It really has been one of the crappest weeks ever. Tom has had it for 7 days now & I've been ill since Friday. I never realised that flu wasn't just a bad cold its something entirely different and makes you feel like someone has taken a syringe and sucked out every ounce of spirit and energy, leaving you feeling like a hollow, painful shell full of symptoms and nothing else.

Oh and Happy Valentines Day. Hope you enjoy it, I certainly wont be.