i have tonsilitis!

for those of you who have read my previous post and are wondering if this is some random variation of the common gastric flu: it is not. i really am down with some shit. irony wins on this count :(

so really, today has been a shittifying end to an equally shittifying week. i have been alternating between mechanical sniffling and breathing through my mouth, which is an incredibly frustrating combination. don't believe me? try it yourself. plus, this probably only means that more pathogens are entering my mouth and being caught in my tonsil, causing it to be even more inflammed. yesterday i woke up croaking like a stupid frog, and even had to forgo the mandatory 2 shots of morning caffeine for fear of losing my voice. my only weakness now is chocolate, which i have been consuming compulsively to tide over my depression.

in fact, the only thing that was marginally OK about today was playing floorball. i guess you can always trust sports to get your mind off things, especially since you have to split your concentration between protecting your feet from overzealous goal attempts and dodging flying beads of perspiration. that said, i have this feeling that floorball was probably not the sort of activity that i should be doing when partially disabled by tonsilitis. but what the hell, i can't very well sit about and moan about it the whole day, can i?

saw kitson just now (briefly) before the press play concert thingy which he was attending. marc joe has been bugging all of us to attend it for the past few weeks, but somehow i just feel very disinclined to the idea. the thought of staying back late in school on a friday night to have fun just seems wrong. plus there's no way i'm paying any money to get back into a lecture theatre which i already spend half my time trying to escape from.

anyway. kitson (who never fails to amuse) was apparently very proud that he had some new bit of gossip about me: involving joseph. now, josie and i hang around a lot so i can get why people might think we're together, but for the record this couldn't be further from the truth. we spend half the time suanning each other and the other half the time helping the other strategize "war plans". (love, as we all know, is a form of war). i'm only troubled because josie is happily married to theody (well, practically at least) and i don't want people getting the wrong idea about him or his relationship with her. they're quite the enduring couple and i envision 9 kids coming from it, enough to start josie's own soccer team. so there.

and i'm feeling fat, bloated and lazy now. i need to eat more chocolate.

on a parting note: ever tasted a melted cadbury chocolate block? i left this half-eaten block (the family sized ones that come with a purple wrapper) out on the patio the other day, and only remembered it the next evening. by then, it had become this disgusting lump of brown substance, only held together by the thinnest solid layer. anyway, i took one look at it and thought "gross, this looks like shit" and walked away. but then, the unsatisfied chocolate radar went haywire and i decided to just give it a try for future comparison. and i'm damn glad i did too: it was heaven. it was like the moment i bit into the thing all the liquid chocolate just oozed out into my mouth. it must have sent my glucose levels skyrocketing for the next hour or so, but whatever. try it someday!