Here I am stuck at home typing this up. My head is pounding, I can't breathe through my nose anymore and I have missed two whole days of school. Yay! No school! You might think, but really I would have much preferred to be sitting in maths right now. In fact, while I've been off, I've missed the school photos and a drumming work shop, which according to my friends was pretty awesome. (Also according to my friends, the drummer was short and fat with muscly gorilla arms, but that's beside the point)
I am a generally active person, so for me, being stuck indoors all day is like being sentenced to life imprisonment... well, not quite, but you get the picture. Now, while I'm languishing in my bed, dying from some horrible disease, I'm quite certain of that, what does my mother do? She asks me to get up and buy her a newspaper. And not just any newspaper. No, no, she wants me to get up off my butt to go to the Co-op to buy her the guardian?!
Hey big fan of the paper, just not a fan at all of getting out of bed!