So I choked on whatever I was eating at work the other day (it was something with rice and chicken, not entirely sure) but either way for however long it was stuck in my throat I genuinely felt like I was going to die. This was Wednesday night, and my throat is still on fire, I can't really eat anything too solid in structure (make jokes if you will) and I am pretty sure it's put me off that type of meal in some time.
I drove out to Peterborough today to pick up my fucking SatNav, the A47 in that direction is the most monotonous and soul-destroying car journey ever, most notably the fact that when the sun comes out, the direction back towards Norwich comes to a standstill as people flock to Cromer or any other rot-smelling coastal town with a murky patch of sand and some sea to soak up the rays that England only sees once in a blue moon.
I really should be studying but along with my missing handbag I am pretty sure I lost my motivation forever. Work is going to SUCK later.
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