Better false hope than no hope at all.Oh, really?
Cos if you don't have any hope you're hopeless for a while, but you
get over it.--
Am at home now, feeling all sickly and horrible cos my nose is all blocked up and the little dancing people have moved from my brain to my throat. Grah.
Still have to catch up on the weekend's homework. I didn't finish the ones due on Mon cos the whole of yesterday was spent (1) at church (2) at the hospital (3) in bed (4) at the dining table eating and (5) trying to do things that would enable me to 'rest, and stay away from the computer'. so I sewed a random little pouchbag for my mum (who's coming home from singapore today! :DD) and made a pair of rainbow-beaded hoops for myself :D
but then I broke my promise and spent ages on the computer at night, burning my brain cells doing business stuff with sher for our blogshop. I will
neverevereverevereverevereverwork in the business circuit.
never.
they just make the brain-dancers happier. aka, they give you more headaches.