Shuttlepod one... maybe....

I'm ill. Horribly so. I was planning not to go to the next pop concert rehearsal (which is going on as I speak) but I really can't today. I'm ill, headachey, I have a sore throat, blocked up nose, and have lost my voice. And for some reason, my teeth hurt. Yuk.
I have nothing significant to do. And nothing to say. I want to watch Enterprise later. I think the ep is Shuttlepod one, but I don't know, because C4 seem to enjoy showing Enterprise at a different time and day every week.
I also want to try and avoid my parents, who are not talking to each other. Again. They seem to spend more time not talking to each other than otherwise.
That's it.

Replacement

Oh, yes, I've been replaced. Pop concert rehearsal that I did not go to because I felt like a hundred different varieties of crap, and I've been replaced. By Laura Baker. Fuck.
So what now?
I'm perversely glad I forgot to get tickets for the thing. And now I'm not compere-ing, I feel no desire whatsoever to go. I've seen all the acts. There are only... three?... good ones.
Ah, fuck it. So I'm not in it. It's not as if it makes a huge difference overall.
So I think I will go and chew on my hair for a while.

Getting screwed over by waitresses in 2151

I found out recently that I'm in my school's prospectus. I seem to remember, back in the first year, exchanging my right not to have photographs taken of me for five priority lunch passes. Sigh.... I am such a cheap date. Although I have a cheap date of my own (*coughcoughpurplerainbowcoughcough*).

Anyway... ( Shuttlepod One: the Enterprise ep in which Trip and Malcolm get drunk on Kentucky Bourbon while pondering their impending demise and how much they don't mean to each other... )