I usually dislike taking medicine (which is ironic, considering my profession as a pharmacist). Nevertheless, the congestion has driven me to purchase some phenylephrine from the supermarket.




Or maybe I'm just a wuss. Am also dosing myself up on paracetamol and acetylcysteine. Just in case you're wondering, my phlegm is a lovely golden colour.

Also, hurrahs to the charming man who came to fix our hot water. No more covert visits to the gym just to use their showers. Yes, it turns out that our hot water cylinder threw a spaz (and not because two certain people have been doing it like rabbits in the shower). Nevertheless, I hope to never catch them in the shower again because once was enough for me.

I was an idiot. And he is a lovely boy. 

Also, I want to marry Christian Bale's Batman body. Specifically, his abs. Mmmmmmmm

Why do I have to pick this week to pack a sad? He's busy and so, even as wonderfully observant as he usually is, he is not going to pick up on the fact that I cannot fucking sleep because my mind has spent the last week wandering around, questioning every single bloody thing that he has done since that awful night he held hands with her.


Yeah, I thought we were over it too. Also, it doesn't help that when one has continually attempted to extend the hand of friendship, it has been rebuffed. It's like... I've tried and it kinda fucks me off because I get the distinct feeling that I am simply not sophisticated or cool enough. I don't do the begging puppy act well to anyone. Well, anyone except E. So yeah. There you go. A legitimate reason. 


Also, I hate being sick and having my period. 

So, there's a competition on at work. Guess the number of OPI nail polishes in the bottle and win 4 free nail polishes and whole heap of nail care products. I am staring at that jar until I get the magic number.

Also, I wonder what E. thinks of calling our kid Christian. Have to say, Christian Nguy does NOT have a nice ring to it. Christian Bale/Grey however...

Ugh. More sex noises. At least they have the courtesy to turn his music up. Still doesn't block out the moans. More livid about the fact that they've used up all the hot water. For the SECOND day in a row.

Oh great, they cleaned up the lounge and fridges. Awesome. I did that continuously for the last few months AND I managed not to use all the hot water up too.



LOL. So my other flatmate knocks on their door whilst they must be in their post-coital stage. There's silence. And then "Oh, sorry, I was asleep." Two minutes tick past till the door opens. I guess he had to put some clothes on.

Best thing ever? Flatmate has mononucleosis. So she is too weak to leave her bedroom. But clearly not weak enough to abstain from having relations. The result? They make out in HER room on the OTHER side of the house now.

I've never been so happy about someone having a contagious infection in my household before.

British accent + adept class + insanity = going to be an awesome playthrough of Mass Effect 2. I am salivating.