Last week I: got sick, seriously suffered from running nose, had my shoulder hurt, did some nice shopping with my parents, had great dinners with friends at Pizza Hut and One Sushi, proudly successfully constructed the pattern of the waistcoat, got and watched some nice movies like Brideshead Revisited, got sick. Did I mention that I got sick?
This week I am going to: construct the pattern of a shirt and hopefully also a pair of pants, attend the congregation on Friday and take some pictures, get very busy with assignments, get even sicker because the weather sucks...
Everything seems plausible yet actually they're gravely delirious. Loathe you, the philistine. Kindly allow me to acquaint you with this song.
I guess I've sorta mental disorder or paranoia. That's why I am not sane enough.
