
I felt like posting this coz this is the proudest moment of my troglodyte existence.

A vid of me from about a week ago fooling around with my ukulele Ula.
Stuck in bed in semi-comatose state with a fluctuating temperature.Why does a common cold leave you feeling like a decaying lump of a human wrapped in an elderly person’s body? I just want to lay here with someone to hug but I’m too gross and infectious right now even for that.
Luckily I’ve built a comfy sort of nest out of messy bedsheets,tissue,pillows and odd vitamin bottles and medicine packets here in the corner of the bed and Dza singing just outside the room is comforting.
I really hope this clears by tomorrow.
My Beatles shirt and messy room.
Otherwise known as the “you’ve got 4 hairy dudes on your shirt” tee.
(I love the dramatic stormy setting at the window)
That is my bathroom behind me.
Also I have a working harmonica (and a non-working ukulele) on a chain round my neck.
Also finaly sem of college,here I come.