It's torture. The paramour was infected first, now I've got it. I've listened to Muse, Radiohead, Johnny Cash, Wham, Vide Cor Meum and Iron and Wine this morning already, but what do I catch myself singing the moment I switch off the music? Girls bloody Aloud. I feel like John Hurt in Alien. Any second now something's going to burst out of my chest and I'll topple over onto my desk. And you know what, it will be a bloody relief.
I've got a VERY busy day today. I can't be infested this way. It's just not...CRICKET!