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All better now thanks to the miracle that is witchcraft, blood sacrifices and paracetamol.
Was damn weird, hit me for a day, nearly knocked me over, then dissapeared for a day, then came back for one last hurrah and now is gone.

I probably got some slacker germs. Y'know, ones who spent too much time smoking weed in their pseudopod parents basement, but were then forced out to find a job, but then gave up after a while cause it was too hard out there in the lower intestine.

Stoner germs are much better than regular ones. I highly reccomend them if you have to be infected by something.


Ahh. Finished for the weekend. Night shifts still rob you of your Friday though. I spent today in bed. Ment to get up and get 'things' done. (Not sure what those things were, but I had to placate my active side).
Got paid though, am finally out of debt!
WooOo etc.

Did the lottery today. I shall be a millionaire soon. Yay, a life of wondering if everyone only loves me for my money and if they'll leave me when the pre-nup runs out...
Oh the joys!


Met the husband of the woman who won the 115 million lottery the other night in the pub. They only live down the road. He was well happy that night, explained he got some 'good news' that day.
Everyone wondered what the hell could constitute good news for a family that's scooped that much moolah.
Then we remembered he had heart problems.

Ended up in some super duper rich-o heart place in Switzerland. The kinda place that treats the Pope. If there's one thing that can cure you, it's Pope-doctors.
They did whatever 'n seemed to have cured him.

I somehow doubt he'd have gotten such treatment if it weren't for the money, so clearly if nothing else good comes of their win, that in itself is worth it.

Looks like another same old weekend. Shall be going out tonight. I don't plan on getting punched this weekend.