
My throat started to itch on Sunday after church (too much singing perhaps?) and yesterday I came down with a fever. I promised Penny I wouldn't watch Flashpoint without her, so I popped SPL into the DVD player to get my Donnie Yen fix. The guy is smoking for his age!

Headed off to Cerebos for my interview despite my pounding head. Don't think the interviewers thought very much of me as I was mumbling and slurring incoherently throughout the session. Thanks in part to the lozenge I was sucking on as my throat was REALLY hurting. The session only lasted for about 30 mins, so I guess they probably couldn't wait to throw me out.
Went to church to jam with the team and got a chance to warm up my new gear. My head was still spinning so I screwed up quite a bit. Hope I can get my act together by Sunday.
When I got home there was only one thing on my mind: paracetemol.
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