It's 4.21 in the morning...
Mood: pensive - my ankle doesn't hurt, but it's swollen. That's bad, rite?
Listening to: it's freaking 4.30 in the morning. I can't blast music no matter how much I want to. :(
Was supposed to wake up at 2.30 to rush the pw, but it didn't work out, coz I plonked right back onto my bed after switching off the damn alarm clock. It's waaaay too loud, for god's sake. But that's its life-long purpose, to BE loud, so, yeah. stupid alarm clock.
I'm supposed to be working on the written report now, but I can't find the correct way of quoting somebody in the wr itself, and how to write the biblio. That's equals to losing part 1 of the wr lecture notes. Bah.
I noticed that my ankle has this tendency to swell waaaaay out of proportions, even when I'm not doing anything but sitting. My bro tells me that it's because it's BELOW my heart level, hence the blood gets to flow DOWN to the injured area, and since it is injured, the blood is able to flow out of the vessel and into the injured area (capillaries), and hence, it gets swollen. The only cure, it seems, is to eat that stupid medicine given by the stupid doctor (refer to previous entry), and to raise my leg above heart level. That would entail lying down. Which means sick bay. Nah. Not worth the trip. I don't exactly trust the 'first aiders' in school anyway. Bah.
Well. Off to work again. It really is kinda fun to blog. Right before I get bored with it, that is.
