I nearly screamed in the manky internet cafe, which nobody would have noticed, as they're all spazzing and gibbering contentedly over their greasy keyboards, anyway. Fuck, I seem to look more like my Nana Cass every day, and seem to have all her hideous painful ailments, too. Ah, the horrors of genetics, etc.
Still feeling all achy and gah, with frequent spasms of alarmingly violent sneezing. I shouldn't have watched that TV thing about Plague last night...Got the old pc sort of working again, but can't get onto the internet. Oh the annoyance...I actually managed a bit of work yesterday on the 'toilet' strip, so all is not entirely eccch.