A Locket Full of Love

Warning: A Violin Story coming up.

Im sick. I have achy muscle; everytime I swallow it feels like Im swallowing shards of glass; my voice is practically gone; coughing fits come with regularity and completely take my breath away; the headache feels more like a war being faught out inside my head.

I desperately need some Lockets, but I can only get hold of poor Japanese substitutes though the pharmacist did give me some yummy liquids that I mix with hot water to drink. It tastes heavenly though doesnt seem to do much. Sleeping is difficult because everytime I lay down, a fever creeps up and my temperature soars so I end up being all hot and bothered. Then, instantaneously, I will switch to cold again, and no matter how many layers I put on and how high I turn the heater up, I am still freezing.

Coping with a pseudo-flu is all fine and well, but its a bitch with an essay deadline looming. Try understanding the finer points of UN Resoultions S/1304848BH776E or something like that when your body is in a state of turmoil.

I need some soup, I need some Lockets, I need to be tucked in bed with Diagnosis Murder rather than trying to type a ten-page report on everything I've learnt this semester.