Well here I am again...
I'm sitting at the moment on our toffee coloured sofas in my mis-matched pj's, breathing in the gasses of ventolin* & atrovent*. I woke up this beautiful morning (glanced outside, it does look nice) not really being able to breathe and still dizzy, so I am on the nebulizer and not sure if I am going to uni today.
It's crazy how much you value breathing! (well maybe not), but when you have difficulty it feels so incredibly uncomfortable and things.
The past couple of days I haven't done heaps, yesterday I went to the chiropractor, watched TV, did an assignment, taught, watched more TV, talked on MSN, and watched 50 first dates. So that's really about all I have done!
Last night I had a strange dream, that I was at a petrol station with my bro and sister in law and my car caught on fire. But it didn't blow up and Andrew and Bess were just sitting in the car and i'm running to and fro trying to get things out.. but it was strange people didn't come to help, we didn't try to put it out or anything - crazy. The car eventually stopped burning, but I don't know to what extent thecar was damaged. Poor Jasmine Belle**. I don't know what happened in the end because I woke up... but there you go.
I started posting on johngb.com again- it's fun.

I found out this morning about John Brogden trying to commit suicide. It's so sad.
I don't think that a mistake some one makes should have to drive someone to do that. I mean yes, what he did was wrong, he's the leader of a party and he shouldn't have done what he did. But, it's not fair on him as a person to have it so crazily blown out of proportion and everything and to haunt him so much that it drives him to suicide.

Anyway, that's enough from me today...

j

*Athsma medication
** Jasmine Belle, the name of my car. It's a honda Jazz, hence, the Jasmine, and then because Jasmine is a disney princess I couldn't bear to not have Belle.