Wheezy Breather

I'm sat in my college library attempting to breathe like a normal person. It is not going well. I'm so tired I could sleep for a year. I owe coursework in every lesson. The shame of the matter is I could have avoided being sat here today wheezing away like an old grandma who's on 90 a day if I'd just done to bloody work.
I want to go pack to a few weeks ago and kick myself in the face.
Sure I'd still have the bruise but at least I'd be in bed at home with it.

I'm staying with my mum for a few days, just for a break from the flat. My neighbours and jolly old pals Rach and Benny are looking after Tigie (my pet canary). Benny's just started his new job and he's on nights so Rach and Tigie can keep each other company. The flat was so cold and bland that I just couldn't stay there any longer...I didn't have a couch or telly or anything other that the kitchen stuff and a bed.

So of I went to Mummy's house. She rang me up the other week and asked me to come for tea then to come and stay for a couple of days. I declined. But now that I rang her up asking to come and stay she all like " Only for a couple of days, in bed by ten, dust your room, put your curtains up and put some bedding on". Hail Hitler. The dusting incidentally is the reason for my wheezy breathing.
Asthma + old dusty room+ stress from mother= stressy asthma attack.

I wish I was in bed asleep right now.
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Thinking about it...I'm not even doing college work now, I should kick myself in the wheezy breathless face.