Like, fully feverish, shivering, sweating, duvet-on-the-sofa type ill. Nasty. I recovered a bit in the evening, enough to actually take in Enrique Iglesias crooning Hero to me.
(And when I say to me, what I mean is to 60,000 people at Twickenham and about 2million viewers at home. But I'm pretty sure it was aimed at me. Swoon.)
|PEOPLE GOT TO TOUCH HIS SEXY FACE|
Oh yeah! This morning I woke up with a conundrum. Because I'd had one day off school, I was almost an entire weeks' work behind. But I couldn't take a day off to catch up...because I'd fall much further behind...
So yeah, first opportunity to have a day off school since I was TWELVE GODDAMN YEARS OLD (I have a steel lined immune system. My mom says its because I was breastfed.) and what do I do? Like I good student, I trek into school.