I feel…

shit.

I slept really well last night, felt really good when I got up, then started sneezing.

Took my allergy stuff and it’s had *no* effect whatsoever. I keep sneezing almost constantly; my head feels like it’s full of treacle and, generally I feel rough. Nyargh.

The rudeness of some people….

….astounds me. To park across my driveway, when the street is full of empty spaces….

Anyway, the owner eventually buggered off….while talking on his mobile, so would the owner of L173KMJ, a Red Vauxhall Cavalier like to take a bow. You are my “Arsehole of the day” :-)

I should be

Working.

I should be working, actually, I should have just come out of a lecture but instead I’m sat at home (due to an absence of parking space). I’ve got another lecture in an hour, so I’ll be heading over to that. I should be tidying if I’m not working, but I can’t face it. My desk now has about 6 or 7 inches of paper and books and screwdrivers and wire and pens and folders piled on it. This is because we reorganised the house at the weekend; we reorganised the house and, well, it’s much better. More needs doing though. So I should be tidying.

If I’m not tidying I should be exercising, but I’m here. Why am I here? ‘cos there’s not enough time to have a shower. Maybe I’ll do some sit-ups and some pilates when I get round to Vic’s.

Meh.

One of those days

It’s all going a bit pear shaped; while in the shower I dropped a nearly full bottle of conditioner on my toe, 25 minutes ago I smacked my arm really hard on the door handle while attempting to answer the phone (turn round and dash to the phone….only there’s a door in the way), and just to make things that teeny bit more perfect, I just managed to scrape the scab off my arm for the second time in two days, entirely by accident I hasten to add.

My arm is still ringing/aching with the shock of the incredibly hard bash I gave it.

Now I need to go and make my lunch, only I fear that it could be a dangerous process.

Oh, and I’m wildly overdrawn, fucked up and can’t afford to pay my CC bill until next week. I am, yes, a moron (and not, as I incorrectly typed, a mormon).

Isn’t it funny….

….how life repeats itself. Or certain patterns do?

There I was wandering home with my battered old walkman, reading a book, listening to blues….10 years ago. Just like I did today, only replace battered walkman with battered CD-Walkman, and the blues; specifically; was The Blues Brothers as opposed to John Lee Hooker (which was commonly found in my walkman in 1994).

Although, today I actually made a bit of a step forwards in the whole “interacting as part of a group” thing; I did the whole speaking to the group and making suggestions and so on…. Which was good.

For some reason though, I’m feeling a bit mnyur today. Just feel kind of like curling up with some quiet music and a book. Ah well.