sing the virus song
Oct. 5th, 2010 08:31 pmI feel icky. Not falling on the floor icky, just sore throat, headachey icky. I think my boss gave me her crud; she was off work Monday because of it. I did the interview I'd scheduled today from here rather than the office, and I'm afraid I did it rather badly as I was still hazy and daze-y. Oh dear. Glad that's not the article we're running this week. Anyway, after the interview was done and the e-mails were answered, I curled up and conked out. Yay, web-based e-mail. I did get meds refilled at least, so I haven't been a total bump on a log today. ... Gah, I feel icky.
I'm going to go listen to Radio Wales and hope that horrible sketch from A Look Back At The '90's doesn't come back and haunt me once I fall asleep. It did last night, and once is enough. Brrrr. A plummeting elevator is a nightmare in itself, but when it announces going wrong and the cable snapping... gaaaaah! Only joking my bum. I'd take the stairs after a joke like that. Yes, tuning in Radio Wales, now. And hopefully feeling less sick by tomorrow.
I'm going to go listen to Radio Wales and hope that horrible sketch from A Look Back At The '90's doesn't come back and haunt me once I fall asleep. It did last night, and once is enough. Brrrr. A plummeting elevator is a nightmare in itself, but when it announces going wrong and the cable snapping... gaaaaah! Only joking my bum. I'd take the stairs after a joke like that. Yes, tuning in Radio Wales, now. And hopefully feeling less sick by tomorrow.
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