So yesterday I'm told I scared the Grandmater when she woke me up from my post-college sick sleep by talking gibberish in a guttural voice, so much so that she called up the Motherboard convinced I was dying. Motherboard chilled, came back home and then freaked out and said I looked dead already, then tried to call the doctor to find out what I should take.

And since I hate taking any kind of medicine and was horribly snubbed when I reminded the Motherboard of it, I waited for her to get on the phone with the doctor and then kept screaming hoarsely in the background, Aar na! Aami aar drugs nebo naa! No draags!

So I'm still in zombie-mode and sound like something out of a death metal band (Instant Migraine, first album out soon) and can feel the inside of my nose throbbing, but the Motherboard's face made my day, so I'm carrying on in a similar vein today. Resolution, ekdum.