Hehehehe... foiled again. I should have wrote this earlier but here goes. *Thinks about where to begin* The frickin' doctors are still doping me out of my skull, I went back on like, Tuesday with a hellish stomach ache and he jabbed me in the gut real hard. (What part of acute stomach pains they can't understand I don't know. Sick man.) He said "Take Gaviscon" and I was like "Nuuuuuuu that stuff tastes like shit!". Hmmmm they upped the dosage even though the stuff doesn't work. *sigh* That's my long story. Yesterday it was our two science modules that I will have failed miserably in, cos I sorta nearly had a heart attack before hand. I need a note from my GP to say I have a medical condition, basically an excuse to fob it off on a mental illness if I do crap. This, by the way, is costing £35. Thirty five fucking pounds. And I have to see a psychiatrist next Thursday.

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