Jul 06, 2009 22:37
Wait. Yes, yes, actually I do.
Had a horrible, no-good, throwy-up night - possibly something I ate, possibly just the heat, possibly a reaction to the squalor at my mother's house - and would've stayed at home today if not for the whole not-getting-paid-sick-pay thing. Suspect that tonight may be much the same. Bliss. Also I drafted out a drabble in my lunch break, and when I got home I couldn't find the paper I'd written it on. I can only hope the cleaners at work don't find it or, if they do, can't read my writing, as it was just ever-so-slightly verging on porny. And I also hope I do find it, I'll never be able to write it again.
Looking at my FL, lots of people are having a sucky time, although mostly not so much with the vomiting in the nighttime. Maybe it's the configuration of the heavens. Or something.
Torchwood whiled away an hour, though (me, in re cliffhanger: "Huh. That's Jack all over ..."). There's that. And thank god someone invented the humble rice cake. They are a godsend at times like these.
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