What's rare is that this post is coming to you live on a Monday morning. My dad wanted me to get up early in case he needed me to push his car, which has had trouble starting lately (it's hopefully getting fixed today), but it turned out he didn't need my help. I don't mind really, I wanted to get up earlier. I just wish I'd gotten to sleep earlier last night. My stuffy nose is back in full force, and not even hay fever tablets can stop it. I think it might be a proper cold this time. I wonder if it's possible to OD on hay fever medicine. I take stuff that's so strong, and good, you can only take it once a day. The tablet is tiny too. So I don't buy that you only need one a day, but it really does do it's job for the most part. I'm also seriously considering a doctor about my cough. What this actually means though is that it could still be a few weeks yet until I actually go. If I have a cough for a month, then surely there must actually be something wrong with me. Anyway, that's enough craptacular crap about my crappy life, I'm here to live in the past and tell you what I wrote last week.
Tuesday was a nice bit on if I am in love with anyone, and what my answer to that question will always be. They say that you will know when it's love, but when you've "known" it so many times, you can't trust what anyone, even your own brain, tells you.