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After a day of being doped up on painkillers, I took myself to the walk-in clinic. There, I wincingly filled in a form meant to check if I have some symptoms of swine flu (unfortunately, yes, as aching limbs count, and I'm still shaking off a cold from last week) and prayed they didn't just quarantine me as I'm going to a concert Friday.

Happily, the doctor was sensible. After prodding my back, she confirmed I had a pulled muscle in my shoulder. How I managed this, I am still not sure. However, the end result is that I'm on ibuprofen for a few days. That, yes, I really need this was confirmed when I nearly got trapped in the bath after it started wearing off (pulling self up = must use arms and consequently shoulders).

Problem is, I have the lowest painkiller tolerance known to man. Ibuprofen takes me to a FLOATY HAPPY PLACE. I spent the afternoon explaining to a workmate why Formula 1 would be 100% better if done if the format of Wacky Races. I'm fairly certain Kat spent the entire afternoon laughing at me.

So, any incoherency following? Totally not my fault.

Earlier I got to reverse-canvass someone. It was awesome.

See, Labour and Lib Dems have been fighting a bit of a turf war in our area. Labour sent out a leaflet, Lib Dems sent out one trashing their candidate who (GASP) lives in THE NEXT VILLAGE, Labour sent out a response, and Lib Dems responded to that today. It's my entertainment here - like having wank delivered snailmail to me PERSONALLY.

The best part, for me, is when Lib Dems said that the Tories didn't have a chance in this area and ILLUSTRATED THIS WITH A BAR GRAPH. There was a little bar for Labour, and one for the Lib Dems, and then a space where the Tories' bar WOULD BE (but they have no councillors here) and then a little ARROW pointing to it with "have no chance here". And I laughed a lot.

So, today when the guy delivered his leaflet, I opened the door before he could run away and made him talk to me for a full ten minutes before I let him go. Because ibuprofen? Totally makes this the funniest thing ever.

I booked 5th June off. Anyone else want to stay up and watch the MEP election results? There will be graphs and popcorn (though sadly no Peter Snow).

Friday, I get to be Rickrolled live. You cannot tell me you are not jealous. I WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU.

You have no idea how hard it is right now not to start posting things like "I HAVE A NOSE!". Because, seriously, that's the sort of thing going through my head. OH, LOOK, TOES.