Gah
Torrid day. Woke up panicked and ill. Wretched streaming cold and looming deadlines, and clients needing attention. Can't remember a time when my brain was so resolutely set to off. Jobs that should have taken minutes took hours, with no amount of coffee helping. Too ill to meet Matt for his birthday drink.
Eventually did the bare minumum which allowed me to crawl off to the sofa, and pray for feeling more compos mentis tomorrow. Then unbeknown to me a facebook virus began sending birthday cards from my ID. Self-loathingly ate a bag of fish and chips as walking twenty yards to the chippie was easier than cooking. Frasier. Chats to Mum and the lovely Lorraine. Early bed.
Torrid day. Woke up panicked and ill. Wretched streaming cold and looming deadlines, and clients needing attention. Can't remember a time when my brain was so resolutely set to off. Jobs that should have taken minutes took hours, with no amount of coffee helping. Too ill to meet Matt for his birthday drink.
Eventually did the bare minumum which allowed me to crawl off to the sofa, and pray for feeling more compos mentis tomorrow. Then unbeknown to me a facebook virus began sending birthday cards from my ID. Self-loathingly ate a bag of fish and chips as walking twenty yards to the chippie was easier than cooking. Frasier. Chats to Mum and the lovely Lorraine. Early bed.
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