I'm dying. I tell you I am. I have no idea what of, but I'm sure it will be painful. It already is actually. My tongue hurts. And my leg, but that's not part of my dying-ness. I have no idea what's wrong with my tongue, but it aches. Yes that's right, it actually aches. As if I'd pulled a muscle and it jus happened to be my tongue. How on earth do you pull a tongue muscle? I could understand it perhaps if I had a boyfriend and has just come out of a snogging fest, but I haven't had a boyfriend for nearly a year now and have kept outside of all closets but my own and I only ever go in there when I absolutely have to which is not very frequent as it has an odd smell. Perhaps I will tell you about that at another time. Also I have been smelling ammonia for a couple days now and we don't even have any in the house. Well, we might, but I have yet to discover it. We're a fantastik type house. I like the smell of fantastik. Ammonia doesn't smell so pleasant. I was actually discussing this with one of my friends via msn just a short while ago. We got on to talking about the heritage moments and the lady who always smelled burnt toast when she had a seizure. We're not sure if you only ever smell burnt toast or if it was just her. But I don't believe that's it for the main reason that unless I also have amnesia, then I haven't been having seizures. I hate being sick. I have no idea what's wrong and it's annoying. My nose is also a tad runny. Not enough to ever need to blow it (which I hate doing anyway) but just enough that if ever I laugh a little too boisterously then people should like very much to stand back just a bit. It's actually rather embarassing. So is drooling, but I haven't done that for a while. Perhaps I will tell you about that one day as well. Well I suppose I shall be off now.