the past 2 days have been shitty :( by a stroke of luck i came down with food poisoning and a seriously sprained back yesterday, so there wasn't much to do apart from alternating between rolling about on my bed and splaying myself out on my yoga mat feeling miserable. and whenever i drank water it would press against my stomach and that would start to hurt, and when i sat down or walked my back would hurt. and i realise now that my back is really fucked beyond fucked but i'm not looking forward to surgery either so it's kinda like being stuck between a Rock and a Hard Place, except the rock is current intermitten fuckdom and the hard place is prospective complete fuckdom. if you get what i mean.

anyway bio S is my last paper and it's so bloody unfair it is! while everyone's out playing and going yay the A levels are over here i am feeling too guilty to play but not motivated enough to study. because there's like so much to study that it's all become nothing much at all. i'm not talking rubbish- you know how it is when there's just like a billion things to do that you don't know where to start or how you're going to finish or whether it'll even make a difference? it's sorta like bio S is going to be monday's Hard Place, i can just feel it. which is why in times like this the only thing to do is to crawl back into bed and hide under the blanket, because when you sleep you forget how screwed you are. that is, until you wake up and remember that you're still screwed. haha, gotcha!

oh and just now i was in church and right behind me was like this row of coughing people. i know people can't help it when they cough and i should stop being discriminatory and a meanerifix to sick people, but the fact is that people CAN cover their mouths when they cough or at least make an effort to not cough straight at the person in front of them. except today i happened to be stuck with this very considerate row of coughers who kept coughing huge loud gross coughs with their mouths wide open and the germs flying out all over the place. and then, one of the coughers SPAT ONTO ME. and i was wearing a sleeveless blouse so like the spit landed right on my arm! and it wasn't even healthy person spit, it was Coughy Spit! omg it was like instant total grossification!!!! plus if you know what a hygiene freak i am and how phobic i am of little germs and microbes then you'll know that this was a very serious situation indeed. and then it was like just at the start of The Lord's Prayer so i kept having to pray for the evil mean thoughts to go away so that i wouldn't turn around and give the gross cougher a really dirty look. plus i had to try very hard to refrain from taking a tissue and wiping my arm because that would have been very obvious that i was grossed out by the flying spitball, although i'm curious to know if it's bad manners to do that given the circumstance. hmm.

and so people, the moral of the story is always cover your mouth when you cough!