Sniffle.

I’m sick. Only I’m not sure if it’s a cold or flu or what. It isn’t presenting the usual symptoms that I have when I catch a cold or flu. My mum thinks its hay fever and I’m inclined to believe her although I’ve never suffered from it. However she, my sister and my dad do so there it goes. I’ve spent the entire day dosed up to the eyeballs with all different types of hydrochloride. So much so that the effect is like someone is inflating a balloon inside my head and its squeezing everything else out, whilst hurting a lot. It doesn’t help that I have to hand in my dissertation in two weeks and I am nowhere near the finish line. I foresee many all nighters in my future. Its going to be a long month.

Don't Spoil Me.

A Conversation (not exact because I didn’t tape it but this is generally how it went) with my sister after I was massively spoiled and found out four of the final five cylons on Battlestar Galactica.

Me: OH MY GOD!!
Sis: Gnhuh…What?
Me: Were you asleep? Did I wake you up?
Sis: Yes
Me: Sorry never mind. I’ll go now.
Sis: You’ve already woken me up. What is it?
Me: I JUST FOUND OUT FOUR OF THE FINAL FIVE
Sis: Seriously? How? Did you see the episode?
Me: Well… I was spoiled.
Sis: Oh. Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know
Me: I figured. But I just wanted to tell you that I know. Since I’m reeling from shock and there’s no one here to share it with.
Sis: Because its 2am.
Me: Yeah because of that
Sis: And everyone is asleep.
Me: …okay
Sis: except you, and me, because you woke me up.
Me: …
Sis: I have work tomorrow morning.
Me: I’m sorry, go back to sleep. I won’t bother you again.

About fifteen minutes go by. The phone rings.

Me: Hello?
Sis: Was I right?
Me: About what?
Sis: About who I thought?
Me: You said you didn’t want to know.
Sis: Yeah. Okay, I have some theories though. But I still don’t want to know.
Me: I want to know who you think it is.
Sis: If I guess I’ll know I’m right or wrong. You’re rubbish at hiding things from me.
Me: Okay tell you what, you can throw out some guesses. I won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong. I’ll just stay silent.
Sis: Okay, I thought maybe Ceelix?
Me: …
Sis: Gaeta?
Me: …
Sis: Are you there?
Me: Yeah
Sis: You weren’t speaking
Me: You told me not to tell you.
Sis: Yeah you’re right. Okay, bye.

A few minutes later I receive a text.
“A few more guesses… Anders, Roslin?”

I text back
Me: “Go to bed”
Sis: “I can’t now you’ve got me thinking about it.”
Me “Go to bed”
Sis: “Okay. At least tell me if I got any right. Or if any of our guesses were right”
Me: “You got one right. And I was right about one which I’ve been saying for ages”
Sis: “WHAT? I told you not to tell me. Now I know who it is.”
Me: “Just shut up and go to bed.”
Sis: “You suck. I’ll never sleep now.”

This is generally how it works, I get spoiled tell my sister and then she practically forces it out of me all the while saying she doesn’t want to know and berating me for spoiling her. It probably is all my fault anyway.