Right now my immune system's so low that my cold sores are deciding to go invading the rest of my face. Every time I have a conversation with someone at Uni I notice them flinching, rubbing thier lips in the places I have angry sores. Luckily my housemates aren't as squeamish as that. Or they plain just don't care. I don't need to be reminded I've got blooming herpes making the scars on my upper lip even worse.
But the point is my immune system's all whimpering in the corner, pleading not to be beaten anymore. So what am I doing? I'm drinking beer, that's what. I've only got one assignment left in this block and I don't really have anything left to do in it. So I'm celebrating. A few quiet bottles of stout then something like twelve hours of sleep. Should set me right. And if not: there's always tomorrow night.