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I feel aweful. My great grand super fun weekend went up in smoke (read: illness). After only seeing Einfach (who was great, he even sampled Plastic Bertrand), Eyckmans (live) (which was a bit less great) and Spacid (boring, to soft) I missed out on Monica Electronica (which I remember to be great from Groove City). I'm suprised I even got home. My nose started to bleed about twenty meters from our appartement. I dislike those consequenses of trying to stay awake when you are supposed to be resting/sleeping. At 2 AM I was lying in my bed with a fever of 38.8 degrees (celsius). So much for the party. I convinced Yves to go there and left about twenty minuts after he arrived. Not very kind of me. The only positive thing was that when I was finely lying down, and I didn't had to be afraid of falling over, I was kind of floating. Cheers for me. Mommy was aweful too. I woke her while searching for the thermometer and she was yelling at me, telling me it is my own fault I am ill, that I can't do anything good and messing with my stuff in my room. :( I do not want to miss out on Funk D'Void today. :(

For the Dutch peepz: Deng is niet meer, het is nu officieel. En dat zuigt serieus. Ik hoop dat de voltallige redactie erin slaagt Humo over te nemen en er een deftig boekje van te maken.

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