I've been stuck at home all day. "Fine," I hear a voice in my head that I can only surmise is you; "Plenty of stupid links. We look forward to the results." You utter bastards. What am I? Your link whore? I'm ill!
I ache. My nose is bunged up and when I cough it feels like my chest is going to cave in. I feel encrusted in a fug of virii. So this list of idiotic, childish and utterly brilliant things to do suits the mood I'm in. Well, the mood I'm in when I'm awake, that is.
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