I feel like death.
Not even the warmed up kind. Just horrific. So I have a cold, you see. It's like that friend who just won't go home and is still sleeping on your couch two weeks later. Yeah it's that kind of cold. At first you're gentle and soothing. Then you wanna kick it's ass.
I woke up.
I stood on a brush lying on the floor. Felt like an angry porcupine attack.
I made coffee. Looked great. Thought: 'Things are looking up'
Burnt the living F**k out of my hand on aforementioned coffee.
Fast forward to now and I have nearly been run over by a bus whilst whining to myself about my headphones which ripped in two, straight up the middle, for no apparent reason.
I also deleted the file that had my Resume in it.
I have a hard copy in front of me and a heap of typing to do.
Yes I'm stupid for not backing it up. No I am not technically proficient enough to locate said deleted file and revive it.
Thanks God/ Buddah/ Universe/ other deity's. You rock.
No wait I don't mean that.
Don't smite me. All I'm saying is, I'm sick dammit. Where's the sympathy ?