Peggy Lee: "Fever"
En taaskaan could not sleep at night, ached like hell. Not helped by analgesic, hypnotic and nothing else, even if all the moving parts (again) as the reference dose more. Dammit. Half past six, then I got said, that is pretty useless to the country just waiting for a dream. After noon, then started to rise in potutuskäyrä extent that I preferred to take the book under your arm and mönkiä under the blanket for a moment to calm down. I thought the two having a little nap and I put half the clock to ring three, lest I sleep too much and even more angry.
Arvaahan how it happened then.
I woke up in that nine after. Feeling was (is) still physically quite miserable, but I was a little better mood. Consulting my friend, Mr. thermometer, and I got the results chapter, which was almost exactly thirty-nine and forty-between. Take it anyway. Taitaapi be smartest to put on hold plans for the weekend, also a designer, Tiina. Prkl.
in vain while I cleaned, stna! : D (Well, whine it anyway, it does. It would have been perhaps the evening huipuin ikuna, muttakunniinei.) Ehdinpä to read and do your laundry, then at least. Oh joy.
Peggy Lee's version, as the Elvis-bad kind of pruukaa aina viedä kaiken kunnian.
Ettäs sen tiedätte. Eikä edes mainita Beyoncé-naikkosta, jooko?
The Peggy Lee version, because I'm sick of Elvis getting all the honour.
Just so you know. And let's not even begin with Beyoncé, shall we?
Couldn't get any sleep last night either. Pretty much every possible place in the human body that can ache was aching. Painkillers didn't help at all, neither did the sleeping pills or anything else for that matter, even if I took the normal dosage x 3 or so. Damn. Half past six I decided that it's no use just lying there, waiting to fall asleep, so I got up. After noon, I started to get so pissed off at everything imaginable that I decided to go to read something and try to calm down a bit. At two o’clock, I thought it might be a good idea to take a little, half-an-hour nap. So, I set the alarm on my cell phone in order not to sleep too long and get even more pissed off because of that.
Everyone can guess what happened then, right?
I woke up a bit after nine. I felt (feel) still quite horrible, physically, but I have to admit that I am in a better mood. I consulted my friend, Mr. Thermometre, and he gave me a number that was quite exactly in between thirty-nine and forty degrees Celsius. That means that I need to call off my plans for the weekend, and you can just imagine how happy that makes me. Grrr.
I cleaned the whole Apartment for nothing, for f * ck's sake! : D (Well, that's Really Not the only reason. I'm quite the night grieving That Would Have Been the most awesome ever, But nooooo. We'll never know.) At Least I now have time to read, study and do Some laundry. How bloody awesome is that?
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