Sicky me...

So, the birthday party went well. I am telling you, kids are really a pain in the bum sometimes. They are so annoying. It's bad enough I have a mild fever, don't contribute more to it!

"Can I have the glue?"
"I want the big buttons"
"I want the big flowers"
"Why isn't my badge sticking on to my shirt?"

Dear God, if I had kids like that, I'd slap myself hard in the face.

Ruth is so adorable! She's still tiny, but much more adorable. And much more crankier, if I may add.

Food was obviously great, but no Kulfi Ice Cream. Evil people.


And since I got wet in the rain, my flu is creeping back slowly. Please, leave me alone. Attack me after my finals!

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I had this weird dream yesterday afternoon. I dreamt that I was working in some CSI department, and Crouchy worked there with me! That was confusing. No, I didn't watch CSI before I slept! It was weird...CSI department? I practically nearly failed my Biology and I'm working there?

Well, it wasn't actually Crouchy-lah. It was a guy who had Crouchy's face but he was much shorter than Crouchy.

This fever is really starting to get to my head.

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My dad said he liked the shirt we got him, but he didn't like the colour [we bought him white, since they were no other options, besides orange and green].

Mum to Dad:
"Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you"
"Bye bye"
"Why did you say bye bye?"
"I wanted to say okay, not bye bye!"

Me to Dad:
"Happy Birthday!"
"See you"
"Where are you going?"
"No, I wanted to say thank you. Not see you!"

They're both crazy.

I'm going to bed now. Wake me up for college tomorrow.

*Bluesy* out!