I'm sick! *cough cough* boo hoo sob sob, being ill over christmas sucks.
I've been running a slight temperature (and having crazy fever dreams to go with it) and I'm all achey and tired. I'm really hoping that since I've been ill a whole two days now I'll wake up feeling all better tomorrow; three days sick is a bit much for me.
Not sure if I'm ready for christmas yet this year; it would be good if it were still a week or two away, so I could have time to get over being sick and finish my assignments (or even start them for that matter). But i spent the first week of my holiday partying in London and Paris.
( cut mini-rant )Anyway I am aware that that small rant was probably largely incomprehensible to anybody on the outside of my head.
So yes Paris was amazing and partying in London has been... interesting. We had a small houseparty in which the house got trashed, not even by guests but by my own housemate who got really drunk and angry and tore up the furniture. And threatened to burn us all in our sleep. I think he's joking, only he's mentioned it a few times now and has a weird kind of glint in his eye when he does so. I'm hoping that's a humour glint, as opposed to a psycho nutcase glint. He's a ncie guy, really. We also went to Hyde Park to see the winter wonderland thing going on there - they have christmas markets and outdoor iceskating and a christmas fair type thing and everything is covered in lights and there is lots of mulled wine which is delicious, and lots of german sausage which I really didn't enjoy at all; not a fan of sausage. Titter titter at the innuendos. Qualified nurse and now medical student, and I still get the giggles over purile willy humour.
So now I'm at home, feeling sick and rather sorry for myself, if not because I feel ill then just in advance or in case pending any disaster over the next few days. It's always good to be prepared and get a little bit of wallowing in
before you actually have any cause to do so, because invariably when something goes wrong you never have the time to just sit and sulk about it.
Tomorrow should be good. I'm refusing to leave the house; I'm le tired and I need my rest. I'm also not doing the cooking this year, which I was sad about at first but now I'm just mightily relieved.
My single observance to the winter solstice was a snowball to the moon and five minutes of contemplation; which wasn't very good at all i know and i feel that tomorrow has usurped by festive spirit which is usually much more in evidence for yuletide.
Happy Christmas everybody anyway.
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