Sick as a pig at a techno gig, here. Fever, nasal drippings, eye-ache, joint pain, occasional acidic discharge from my vomit-pits... Lovely. Why am I posting this in my blog? Well, in case we have any group projects and I'm too dead to be alive near my group. I think that's likely to happen, too, since I was hallucinating that the washing machine was talking to me. That's going into my anthropomorphism portfolio later.
It's really hard to concentrate on anything. I was hoping to post up some long ropes of researchey dough and sprinkle it with some animation frames before baking it into a wonderful cake of sweet, sweet coursework. Instead, I'm sitting here in a puddle of mucus with my retinas burning from the mere presence of my laptop, a constant tiredness and a chainsaw wedged in my throat.
Ugh, at least when it was car trouble I could work on my projects and stuff. Right now I can't even stand writing this, the laptop backlight is searing my eyes.
... See you all tomorrow! You'll be joining the plague victims soon enough. I'm gonna cough on all of you just for the hell of it.
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| Image copyright: Richard Litherland |
(Don't worry Alke, I'll still be dragging my carcass in to university. Even if that means digging myself out of a shallow grave, dusting off the maggots and lurching semi-rigormortis down the street while hungry seagulls peck at my eyeballs.)
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