#326.
Two days before Christmas and the bullshit is already making it's way over to my place for a mother fucking fantastic party.


It's a little past noon, and I think I can say today has been one of the shittiest days I've seen since.. Well, a while. I'm infected with some sort of virus called Coxsackie A. (I know how I got it, and the way I did is a little amusing, but that's not the point.) It means I get all these little lumps and bumps on my hands, feet and mouth. It's very mild, but also rather contagious. 
Hence I could not rock up to work and infect all the customers by touching their food and beverage. And because I could not attend work, mother decided to go apeshit on me. (Forgot to mention brother is also rather sick, and mum was releasing doubley anger)
I've cried so much this morning, and I don't know how well the 'Festive Season' is going to run for me.


I really wish I could just call you right now and ask you to talk me out of this massive mess. Funny how everything in my head always finds a way to relate itself back to you. Oh! I got to talk to you for a bit yesterday, which was wonderful. If the contact rate we have stays the same, maybe the next month or so won't be so bad. :) Sounds like you're having a lovely time and I would not have it any other way. For you that is.




Ohgodohgodohgod I feel like pancakes so much so right now. Regardless of the fact it hurts to eat because of the stupid cocksuckey A virus. Fuck this all I'm going to lie low and die.

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