Burn.

Okay, I am still ill (weep for me minions!)

And I have 8 days to go til I am officially 18.
18? that's a lie, I'm going to be 17.
Roxie is going to be 18, I am going to be 17, what an idiot I am, I cannot count past 16.

I have a burned hand: mum has these new saucepans, without plastic handles, and well, I made the mistake of forgetting the absence of the plasic handle and when I went to pick it up I swore (loudly) and threw it down, making most of my tomato and basil soup go all over the hob (which I cleaned up, cause I'm nice, dispite being ill and having left most of the skin on my left hand on the saucepan handle)

*complains more*

Later, bitches.