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There is something very much not right with this computer.

Again.

And I can't afford a new one.

It is only a matter of time before it blue screens again while I'm online. It is always the internet that causes the problem, and it's pissing me off royally.

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There is something very much not right with this computer.

Again.

And I can't afford a new one.

It is only a matter of time before it blue screens again while I'm online. It is always the internet that causes the problem, and it's pissing me off royally.

Sniffle, hack, cough: see argh

I feel awful. I think I might have the ague, the only good thing about it being the name: aig-you.

It must be that, because I am by turns hot and cold; I can't stop sweating, and am sneezing a lot. I also feel a bit heavy behind the eyes. I haven't started the shivering yet, but at this rate it is only a matter of time.

It can't be malaria because there was no mosquito involved and I don't live near a swamp (although I believe that there are genuine fears that malaria mosquitoes may be breeding again in the Heathrow area), so there is little chance of me entering history as the first man since Oliver Cromwell to die of natively contracted malaria (I think I am right in saying that he was the last person recorded to have died of malaria contracted in England).

My first thought was that I have hay fever, but that's not something I am generally prone to (pace Cherry Tree at the end of the road), and when I am in parts rural I have nary a sniff. It could be, and probably is, the chemical miasma that is London air.

Either way it is inconvenient and uncomfortable, and I should like to curl up and die quietly in the dark rather than sit at my desk working, if that is all right with everybody else.

Sniffle, hack, cough: see argh

I feel awful. I think I might have the ague, the only good thing about it being the name: aig-you.

It must be that, because I am by turns hot and cold; I can't stop sweating, and am sneezing a lot. I also feel a bit heavy behind the eyes. I haven't started the shivering yet, but at this rate it is only a matter of time.

It can't be malaria because there was no mosquito involved and I don't live near a swamp (although I believe that there are genuine fears that malaria mosquitoes may be breeding again in the Heathrow area), so there is little chance of me entering history as the first man since Oliver Cromwell to die of natively contracted malaria (I think I am right in saying that he was the last person recorded to have died of malaria contracted in England).

My first thought was that I have hay fever, but that's not something I am generally prone to (pace Cherry Tree at the end of the road), and when I am in parts rural I have nary a sniff. It could be, and probably is, the chemical miasma that is London air.

Either way it is inconvenient and uncomfortable, and I should like to curl up and die quietly in the dark rather than sit at my desk working, if that is all right with everybody else.