One...more...week....before the onslaught.
Some of us should be in bed. Some of us shouldn't be prolonging going to bed by blog-posting. Some of us got 4 hours sleep last night (eventually) and then got up (of their own free will) at 8:30am on a Sunday morning.
Some of us need to get a life.
I have a secret guilty pleasure for cheesy 80s pop and power ballads, and I DON'T CARE :)
Okay, maybe I do a bit.
I'll just never let you look on my ipod; the guilty pleasure excuse gets used a lot when it comes to explaining exactly WHY certain songs are on there.
Except the Space Pirates theme tune, that makes me happy.
CALL ME SAD, I don't give a flying Ford Anglia.
I don't know exactly what it did, but Hinckley did SOMETHING to me yesterday. Last night my knee made one last almighty clicking noise and ever since it hasn't hurt and I can freely bend my leg without fear of mean pain :')
Looking at it now, almost all the swelling has gone down!
And, erm, I haven't been 'forgetting' my exercises or anything...
Slight downside, it means I can no longer treat myself to the beautiful pink smarties I was prescribed. We'll find a way, eh son?
I swear I was 'legally tripping' on a cocktail of those, paracetamol and caffeine last Thursday. My head was just like WOAHHHH.
Oh well.
Tomorrow I have my LAST EVER PE LESSON. EVER. For the LAST time.
11 years just went *poof*.
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