nonchalance

Well, my cold is still with me and my head still hurts, even writing this damn journal makes me wanna die. I did get out the house today and bought a huge fuck-off RAF officers coat, from army-surplus. Not that i'm the military type, or a sympathiser with the chimp from Texas or anything like that, i just wanted a cheapo long coat, spent the rest of the day doing Matrix impressions to amuse my flatmates.

I am totally hooked on my N64 again, been playing Banjo-Kazooie to get my mind off my cold, apart from all that almost noone i know well has had their plans go well in the last couple'a days, firstly my flatmate has to find another temp job , then my Italian friend visits and i'm ill , the friend she wants to visit (and i want to get with) is away , then another of my friends is messing up her MSc dissertation, couldn't get her visa renewed and now her guy has split with her, and to top it all, SHE's got a frickin' cold too! I just want to go round and make her feel better, but i can't cos i'm ill, anyway, all i'd want to do is to get dirty with her, seeing as she is the most tremedously beautiful, smart, literate and self depreciating Portugese/Mexican-American i have ever met. Must be more vigilant, my 'real' infatuation is back from Germany on Thursday. "Looks like i picked the wrong week to quit porn!"