The last thing you'd expect

i think the big guy up there has answered my prayers to crash dieting and slapped me with a triple whammy salami in a form of a 38 degree fever, phlegm and runny nose.

The whole ordeal has left me bed-ridden for a good 2 days. Leaving the room, climbing up and down 2 storeys up and down for what seems to be food. Surely stuff that doesn't smell or have any taste can't be called food. Perhaps hospital food but not food, food.

Dear all, i have an announcement to make. I like to see the colour of my snot when i blow it out. Right now its still green. So i'm still sick. Bleh.