Blog thread, I have tonsillitis again. Fuck. It is roughly 3000000x more painful than last time and I have been confined to my bed for most of the week. I've finally got enough better that I can sit up for a while without crying with pain but it's still not great.
I'm supposed to be spending the week painting the ADC theatre but instead I'm sat in a very nice, hotel-style college room. Getting a tad bored, I have to admit. I went to the doctors this morning for an unrelated issue (turns out my body doesn't store iron! Waddaya know!) and after almost fainting in the pharmacy got back with a huge bag of medication because I thought I had lost the bag with my Pills in it. I've now found said bag, meaning I've got eight months worth of contraceptives. Also three months of ferrous gsomething or other for the iron tablets, and I just polished off a packet of Ibuprofen. The whole "I don't take medication" thing has had to go out of the window.
To top it all off, there might possibly be a girl. She got drunk at a party on Saturday and kept trying to kiss me, but I figured she was just being drunk so I didn't let her (pretty difficult to manage, frankly). It seems she wasn't just being drunk, but I have no idea whether it'll go anywhere. We'll have to wait and see, it'd be nice if it did.
And that's the shape of my life this week, I guess. I have to lug all my stuff across town tomorrow to put it in a friend's garage, which means I should really repack it to try and make fewer boxes. Said girl and I spent most of Sunday packing it and there is a metric fuckton of stuff. I have no idea what most of it is, which suggests I don't really need it.