Have you ever partaken a two-hour-journey containing one bustrip and one trainride when feeling so sick you keep wondering when and over who you're going to throw up? I did that today and even though I had to go home from the accounting-lesson because I was wondering if I was going to throw up all over my incredibly pink books. (I didn't, but thanks for your concern.)
The worst part of it is that I brought it completely on myself. I do that sometimes. To know that I'm alive, you know. It's a test-thing. (No, of course it isn't, but it was my own fault for not eating properly yesterday. Shame on me.)
Idol is such a weird show. What ever happened to practising in your garage and hoping that a boss from a record company will walk past in search of a loo and a bone because his car broke down? (Dog and bone = phone - it's Cockney. Learn to deal with it.) People of today are lazy. Lazy, I say!
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