The harsh life makes me sick finally. 38.9°c fever this morning, good job Gary. A nice excuse for me to absent. However, time wouldn't stop, 3 projects and 2 essays are coming. No room for me to take any rest. Keep it up, illness means nothing for me.
Rugby seven for freshments, so far, so good win 1, draw 1 some teammates are still daydreaming, suck! some teammates pretended they are playing well, fuck!