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Feel sickish. Presumably lack of sleep yesterday night coupled with ... I dunno. Kabini wasn't too bad, but I went a bit nuts, which wasn't so good, so maybe it's that then. Sigh.
I need a vacation. By myself.
Commencement this Saturday. Fill out papers etc. next week. PRship by the end of this month. Fresh Durians starts shortly afterwards.
If I could think more coherently, I'd blame it on the stress and thinking-about-the-future etc., but I can't and I won't. I have also been thinking far too much about the Bubbles - both of them. Two bubbles. Ugh.
The Portugal-England match was amazing. Too bad the Brits lost. Looking at the Brazil-France match, though, it doesn't look like Portugal has much of a chance. Oh well.
Sick. Sick sick sick sick. Come to think of it, might just be overeating, combined with the stress etc. aforementioned. Hopefully will be better tomorrow.
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