There is deffinately a danger to knowing too much. Sometimes it is best to remain blissfully ignorant, but it's just not in human nature, we prod and we poke until we hear what we need not hear.
After spending much of the morning stomping around like a stroppy teenager I retreated to the fields and sat myself in the grass amongst the bugs (one of which i'm pretty sure i inhaled, disappeared far too quick for my liking). I admit that for a while i cried, a lot, to the point where my eyes burned and my face had gone it's unattractive splotchy red, at which point i was glad that i'd brought my sunglasses along. But it felt good. And it felt even better when i realised i could pick myself back up and get on with the rest of my day.
However, I still feel pretty bad about the frog i stood on last night on my way home. Walking up past the graveyard sometime after 1 my foot came into contact with something soft, that made an unmistakable high pitched squeal. On closer inspection it was indeed a frog, from what i could tell it hadn't exploded under foot but i can't imagine my £4 plimsoles from primark and my drunken footing did any good. I cried the rest of the way home.
I unfortunately missed H's house warming today (i say unfortunately but i'm not sure how sincere i'm being). It was a genuine out, having vomited up half my chinese i thought i should probably bypass the "family and close friend" gathering and watch the last two episodes of desperate housewives whilst nursing the waves of nausea and my increasingly irritating headache. I've been feeling like this for a week now and only today did the symptoms cross my mind as awfully familiar, but on more careful calculation, those odds are pretty low. And to be perfectly honest, who is that unlucky? seriously??
After spending much of the morning stomping around like a stroppy teenager I retreated to the fields and sat myself in the grass amongst the bugs (one of which i'm pretty sure i inhaled, disappeared far too quick for my liking). I admit that for a while i cried, a lot, to the point where my eyes burned and my face had gone it's unattractive splotchy red, at which point i was glad that i'd brought my sunglasses along. But it felt good. And it felt even better when i realised i could pick myself back up and get on with the rest of my day.
However, I still feel pretty bad about the frog i stood on last night on my way home. Walking up past the graveyard sometime after 1 my foot came into contact with something soft, that made an unmistakable high pitched squeal. On closer inspection it was indeed a frog, from what i could tell it hadn't exploded under foot but i can't imagine my £4 plimsoles from primark and my drunken footing did any good. I cried the rest of the way home.
I unfortunately missed H's house warming today (i say unfortunately but i'm not sure how sincere i'm being). It was a genuine out, having vomited up half my chinese i thought i should probably bypass the "family and close friend" gathering and watch the last two episodes of desperate housewives whilst nursing the waves of nausea and my increasingly irritating headache. I've been feeling like this for a week now and only today did the symptoms cross my mind as awfully familiar, but on more careful calculation, those odds are pretty low. And to be perfectly honest, who is that unlucky? seriously??
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