Down with a thud
Just as I was about to pat myself on the back for writing regularly, I’d sink back into oblivion.
Ah well.
I would say I’m quite proud of my immune system, alhamdulillah. I rarely get sick even with my habits of sampling street food (and this is India) and my frequent inability to wash my hands before eating- which is gross, I know. But someone needs to get my immunity into working, no?
The other day when my mum called,
MUM: What’re you doing?
NISA: I’m munching.
MUM: You didn’t wash your hands before that, did you?
Cheesecake.
But somewhere above God must be saying,
“Uh-oh this year’s almost up and her sick quota isn’t up yet! Right, give her a sprinkle of cough, add in some flu, tone down on the fever though…but go all out on the sore throat. Perfect, that should do it.”
T____T
Which is why I was really really grumpy today. I kept biting people’s heads off 
which isn’t very nice even I say so myself.
Arghhh I’m still so pissed off now!!! I thought a whole day of thrashing around like a drunken monster was enough, but probably not. Might as well let all the steam out.
Or maybe I should just cracked my head further by starting on the surgery logbook.
I’m so nice I’m giving you a retarded picture of mine to laugh at,
And those aren’t my shades, hence the yakuza look kthxbye.
nisasabri
