Chuffing Norah
I have a sorry excuse for a sore throat. It's practically nothing but it's sapped all my energy and I feel like shit. But because it doesn't feel like a real cold then I feel doubly rubbish for being so feeble over practically nothing. It's probably made worse by the fact it's so sunny and gorgeous here I just want to hang outside and drink rose. But I feel too ill for wine, so it must be more serious than the symptoms present.
In brighter news, I managed to leave work on time today which was remarkable considering my immediate boss is on holiday. Yesterday I did 2,5 hours overtime, mostly stuff that he should/would have been chasing. Part of that was to do with our big boss leaving on Friday and not technically being replaced which will be... interesting. I asked him yesterday if he was leaving a forwarding number. He said "no, not a chance" - I pointed out that we could use Twitter instead and he offered to change his username!
Brighter still is that I don't have to work tomorrow, so I have a date to go see MIB 3 and try the new Starbucks cookies and cream frapp. (I'm a cheap date, what can I say?)
And still brighter - glitterburn keeps dropping delicious bits of her new Homin in my lap. It's completely out of order, but utterly brilliant. She's on a real writing roll, helped hugely by the fact I disconnected the LANS on her laptop so she is internetless for much of the day - it's been quite frightening how productive she is without the Twitter/Tumblr/LJ constant-shiny.
Okay, screw it all. It's barely 7.30pm, but I'm going to bed.
If I don't surface before Thursday: Happy Birthday deltachild. The hamsters send tiny hugs of much love to the island and we all wish you a really groovy day xxx