Yeah, and i hate every second of it. Started out last Friday. Attended to a friends "moving in party", had a couple of beers and realized that i was feeling really bad. Ok, feeling bad and drinking beers are usually in symbiosis , but is felt sick this time. Stopped drinking beer and went home.

Woke up on Saturday and felt even more bad. Got a minor fever and a soar throat. Nothing to worry about so i tagged along Airbase, Sabine and Inzite to Vxjö for a live performance at a club called "Club Puls". Ended up sleeping in one for the arrangers rooms with high fever. Managed to go to the show and stayed until 03.00 when we went back to Borås and sleep for a couple of hours.

Sunday was pure pain, even higher fever, soar throat and cold sweat. Juck, stayed home from work today …

And my beloved girlfriend Sabine managed to spill a glass of water over my keyboard, so I’m typing on a old ass one. This message took me like 10 minutes to complete … Oh well, shit happens …

Will probably stay home tomorrow as well… I just hate being sick.


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