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ohmygodifeellikecrap.
I guess it's partly my own fault - I'd started feeling slightly unwell on Friday, and then exacerbated things by staying out till 4 on Saturday night (and getting kissed on the lips by a lesbian who was high/drunk/a combination of both, except dry is the opposite of drunk and she was the opposite of hunk). Woke up this morning feeling awful, was going to call in sick at work but they said there was quite a bit of a job that I do, so I went in at 10 and totally took it out on my keyboard... well, hopefully tomorrow will be better.
mottledpigeon is lending me her copy of Middlesex, so I returned my (almost one week overdue) copy to the library, and also picked up my reservation of How To Be A Domestic Goddess for more baking goodness. Who should I see there but my old boss from Charmaine's. (Wow, that was really badly punctuated.) And I could have asked her to unravel the greatest existing mystery in my world at the moment (the closure of said ice-cream store) but I was feeling like crap and so I wasn't in the mood to make small talk. And now I may never know... though I guess I may never have found out in the first place.
Off to collapse, now.
ETA: My wisdom tooth has also been hurting for the last 24 hours. I guess it's coming up to the one-year anniversary of it giving me grief in Berlin. And of my unending gratitude to Max for all her help. It's all happening, clearly.
I guess it's partly my own fault - I'd started feeling slightly unwell on Friday, and then exacerbated things by staying out till 4 on Saturday night (and getting kissed on the lips by a lesbian who was high/drunk/a combination of both, except dry is the opposite of drunk and she was the opposite of hunk). Woke up this morning feeling awful, was going to call in sick at work but they said there was quite a bit of a job that I do, so I went in at 10 and totally took it out on my keyboard... well, hopefully tomorrow will be better.
mottledpigeon is lending me her copy of Middlesex, so I returned my (almost one week overdue) copy to the library, and also picked up my reservation of How To Be A Domestic Goddess for more baking goodness. Who should I see there but my old boss from Charmaine's. (Wow, that was really badly punctuated.) And I could have asked her to unravel the greatest existing mystery in my world at the moment (the closure of said ice-cream store) but I was feeling like crap and so I wasn't in the mood to make small talk. And now I may never know... though I guess I may never have found out in the first place.
Off to collapse, now.
ETA: My wisdom tooth has also been hurting for the last 24 hours. I guess it's coming up to the one-year anniversary of it giving me grief in Berlin. And of my unending gratitude to Max for all her help. It's all happening, clearly.