I'm having one of the worst sore throats I've ever had in my entire 21 years and however many months and days. It doesn't bug if I don't swallow or try any fancy deep breath taking, but besides that, it feels like my tonsil got replaced by a huge metal coppery tasting ball, and it's making it difficult for anything to go pass it. Like anaphylactic, yes, but at least that goes away with a pill and some rest. I've been feeling like a copper ball for the last 2 days.

I cannot fall sick I cannot fall sick I cannot fall sick.

I have 8 deadlines in the next month. I cannot fall sick. If it takes an injection or constant popping of meds, I'll do it. As long as I do not fall sick.

Anyway, for the purpose of work, I dragged Dine along with me to an Arts studio tucked in a quiet little corner of Albert Park to watch one of the installments of Velvet Cabaret and Comedy Nights, which was part of the Fringe Festival. It's quite sad that no more than about 10 ppl turned up because it was really quite a nifty setup and the acts were all really good. Some of them were rather, esoteric and I wouldn't for a moment pretend to understand or try and decipher their meaning, but I enjoyed their effort in the manner I could. By giving them my full attention and make every attempt in trying to SQUIRREL ... to, erm, what was I saying again?

Ok, not very funny. I'm still not over Dug from Up. He animationanimalsifies love.

We took some pictures. Too lazy and ill and tired to dig for them through my folders. It requires so much, clicking. I think I use lesser muscles to roll over into my bed. NOW.