Back with you...
Today is the first morning I have felt reasonably normal since Saturday - I mean, it's just a bad cold (I think) but between fever and a running/blocked nose and a tendency to sleep for twice as long as I normally do, I have done nothing. It was coming on on Saturday, which is why I wasn't at anything like my best at fjm's party. Her parties are wonderful and full of great people - except me at the weekend. By Tuesday I had to come home early from work (so, of course, the tube was up the creek and inamac had to drive down to Ilford and fetch me from the train) and go to bed. In fact, I've spent a lot of time in bed, since I had to have yesterday off work.
This means that, though Christmas is ten days away, I have still done nothing. Whaaaaa!
If this was not depressing enough, there was the news about Terry Pratchett... I don't want to lose that wit and intellect and talent. Do not!! That he should lose it and know that he's going to lose it... I know the world is not fair and life is not fair, but this just proves it.
This means that, though Christmas is ten days away, I have still done nothing. Whaaaaa!
If this was not depressing enough, there was the news about Terry Pratchett... I don't want to lose that wit and intellect and talent. Do not!! That he should lose it and know that he's going to lose it... I know the world is not fair and life is not fair, but this just proves it.