There's plenty of things I should keep in mind: I'm the kind of person who absolutely cannot mix work and play. I had a pleasant idea: on Sunday I would get away from my dissertation work and head to Brighton to smell the fresh sea air. Good idea? Seemingly so. Except I didn't consider the fact that I was already feeling a bit sick on my way to the train station. As soon as the Paracetamol began to wear off the wooziness began. And it was only getting hotter. Seven hours later I finally made it home with heat exhaustion and a fever induced by my cold.
However, I had extremely pleasant dreams last night. I moved back to the small town I grew up in, and fell in love with a boy.
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