Fizzle

Catch My Disease

In my last post I introduced you to Karen, the pen thief. Well today, our group had to meet again. She turned up to the library with the coarsest throat I have heard in a while. Something resembling a cat with a furball. Anyway we were talking about our presentation, which was to be done later in the day. I asked her if she was right to do it, in her condition. She replied, in her dying animal voice…”Yeah I’ll be fine but what about you, you sound terrible.” Here I’m thinking, yes I do have a slightly coarse voice at times, but I put that more down to laziness. Something about this Karen, always finding ways to annoy me.

In other bad news, I may have tetanus. On the way to class I stepped on the top of a massive rusted nail. I was wearing thongs but they somehow slipped leaving my very fragile hobbit feet exposed. It bled a bit and then I started to get sweaty and cold. Is that normal? Ima see the doctor tomorrow.