Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space
I've been so bored today. I was feeling a bit better around 5ish so I decided to have a walk to the corner shop and back, get a bit of fresh air and get the legs moving. Worst Idea Ever. Every step felt like someone was sat inside my stomach, kicking me from the inside out. It alleviated my "I don't feel that bad really, I should be in work" guilt, because I am actually ill and do feel it if I do anything more vigourous than sitting on my arse. I just wish I could vom and be done with it. Give me 24 hours of D&V and I can deal with it, no problems. Four or 5 days of insidious nausea with general fatigue and I'm crawling up the walls.
Over the past 2 days I have:
Over the past 2 days I have:
- watched every episode of Screenwipe & Newswipe made (Charlie Brooker saying "cunt" is the most glorious thing I've ever heard, he makes it beautiful)
- read every column he's (CB) ever written for the guardian
- read half a book.
- played 3 hours of SIMS
- listened to whole albums by Spiritualized, Joy Division, Kings of Leon & Neu!
- discovered a weekly podcast about current news in virology
- downloaded every episode made so far of said podcast (there's even one called "Fish Flu" about salmon anaemia virus. SQUEE!)
- watched the whole second series of Secret Diary of a Call Girl - and because of it I've seen Billie Piper's tits and arse from every conceivable angle
- capatilised all the song titles on my iPod and checked that they have the correct year/artist/artwork/album name