Mum shows more vehemence in relation to the knowledge that I called Dad first than she does to the fact that I might have glandular fever.
The talking boy spoke to me first tonight. I quite like that. And the fever means that my forehead burns but my fingers are numb with cold.
I worry about the silly things dont I?
Sorry.
Monday, May 31, 2010
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