I'm going to tell you something that doesn't make me happy. At all. I have this strong dislike for - oh well, let's be fair, I daresay I hate it. I hate it from the bottom of my heart. What this hate I bear is? Being ill. There is absolutely nothing as awful as being ill. You're not able to do anything, you feel like your inside has turned itself upside down, and you look like... well... like an ill person. Really, it is horrible, in my humble opinion. It makes me sick. Literally, and that was an awfully stupid pun. But I couldn't help myself. Just recovered, you know?

Yeah, I've just been ill. And a special kind of illness: I had a little visit of a nasty kind of Mexican. Yeah, without doubt, it was a Mexican. And don't get me wrong, I'm not being disrespectful towards Mexicans. Not at all, I think it's a great country and I like the food. But I hate that illness.

And you know why? Because that stupid little Mexican came to visit me in the middle of my test week! Yeah indeed, instead of making tests, I was lying on my bed, feeling miserable. And most people wouldn't mind that much. But I do, because now I have to make all the tests I missed next week... the week after the testweek, which is mostly seen as the most relaxed week of the whole term.

And another thing I hate about being ill, is that you start watching tv all day because you can't do anything else and you're bored. I watched three seasons of Lewis in just one day only (we still had them on dvd), combined with a couple of Midsommer Murders (yeah, I'm a geek for British Detectives. Sue me, at least they're better than those awful American crime shows. Cheesy and illogical.) You know what happened? At the end of the day, Lewis, one of my favourite shows, started to annoy me! All right, maybe just for a bit, but still! That stupid illness took it too far! That's just not fair! NOT FAIR!

Buh. Being ill really makes me sick. Yeah, I just used the same stupid pun twice. See me care. I'm Angry, and still not fully recovered. And did I mention that I was angry? Well, now I did.

Anyway. Had to express my anger for at least One Selfish Moment. Forgive me for boring other people with my childish rage.