We'll stir the stars around, and watch them fall away.

Not one of the best fridays. Emoed on the bus. I haven't used that word in ages!
Couple of mortifying moments. And I still shudder in utter embarrassment when I recall them.
First thing, the school should just seriously stuff every cubicle with toilet paper. Can they just spare a thought for us and replenish daily sanitary necessities efficiently?
I shall not bother to elaborate on the rest.

Ryan has a fever. And he may have chicken pox.
Please god no. Parents vaccinated all of us last time (like so dense lah, we'll still get it eventually) and so none of us have gotten it yet. IF HE REALLY HAS CHICKEN POX AND IF I CATCH IT I AM SCREWED SHIT.
Okay okay okay touchwood.
And in a mere twist of coincidence, I wrote that long ago due essay titled "Outbreak" for Ms Ng today after school, in the process creating some fictional virus called Danzi.
And Ryan is sick! Okay never mind there's not really any connection.

In a complete unrelated matter,
Insecurities are starting to kick in.
Not good.