Crackle-time

My lungs keep crackling.. I think I now know what it's like to have ass-mar. It's like someone's knocked up the resistance level of my chest cavity, so it's all difficult and annoying to breathe. But I guess the snapping, crackling and popping provides interesting background noise. 

I went to the recruitment agency today. Had to fill in stupid forms and contracts. They didn't seem to understand the concept that I don't really have any past employers to give references. One is in Canada. The other closed up shop. It's almost as bad as when my dog actually ate my homework. Seriously. Happened once. 

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow, and I dun wannaaaaa. I hate the dentist. Makes me all nervous. I just want to be able to sleep. 

OH MY GOD. HOLLYOAKS IS USING TEGAN AND SARA. NOOOOOO.  

Not that I was..uh.. watching hollyoaks or anything... 

Ugh. I have to apply for jobs. Like, PROPER jobs! But.. Oh it's just going to be so depressing. =/ I really don't know what I'm going to do. 

Might as well get right into the rejection though. Let'sko! 

Urgh. Christ. I actually can't handle this coughing. I can't inhale enough to cough properly. Nevermind. 

I should.. like.. do something now.. 

'Beneath my goody-two-shoes there lie some very dark socks..'