Wednesday 28 March 2001

I didn’t get around to writing an entry last night. I was too busy, well, sleeping and stuff. I felt really yecchhhh all day, kinda sick and dehydrated and generally manky. That kinda feeling where you just know you’d feel better if you could just throw up. And my tummy was a bit erm uncertain too. See, I knew you wanted to know that.

So I knocked off work on the dot, dragged myself home ("feck gym") and went directly to bed. Did not pass go (but did collect glass of dry ginger ale). I slept for three hours and woke feeling a tad better so I dunno what that was all about.

I woke up in time for Buffy but had already set the tape to programme, and wasn’t really in a watching frame of mind (excuse le pun). I just heated up some leftover polenta and ossi bucchi (it gets better & better mmm mmmm mmmm), ate, did a little puter work, went back to bed. Sounds so exciting I know, but a couple months back I wouldn’t even have managed the eating and work thing, I was dragging through work and then sleeping eighteen hours straight. Not to mention the whole 200mgs of morphine a day thing, whee.

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Meanwhile, weird things are happening at work. Yes, again. FFSL. This time though, the PTBs might actually say something. Something might actually happen. Someone might actually make a decision. Gee, how novel. I might be out of a job, my friends, but frankly I could not give a tiny little shit.

The one thing I have learnt in this institution, is that if you give a shit, you get screwed. And coprophilia just isn’t my thing, darling.

All will be revealed – or at least partially, knowing this place – tomorrow. Will keep you erm posted.

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