I really cannot shake the fact that the reason why I feel so out of it isn't because of the week's illness or the jetlag or whatever, but because my body is convinced it should've been asleep since about October.

Gah! @.x Winter fouls everything up and makes me want to do nothing but nest in a big pile of duvets.

Time to go and lie in an oversized bucket of hot water for a while until things stop hurting.

A good measure of my current discombobulation: I have a Firefox window open behind the stuff I'm working on. Through a gap between two windows, I see a link entitled "Caring for your Introvert". My first thought is "That sounds like something Tal would like, I should have a poke and pass it on."

I focus the window to click the link. It's on taldragon's links panel.

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Lady Who Fixes Heating was here today. She can't Fix Heating because it involves about a day's worth of yanking radiators off walls and flushing every single pipe in the house. I won't be here for a full day until after Christmas now, so Terr'll have to let her in on the Monday after arrival. That should be fine.

It's still cold, though.

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Stomach is still unsettled. I didn't sleep barely at all last night, again, but I think it's betterish today. By the end of the weekend I should be okay again. Monday will be interesting, though - I've a bunch of training to catch up on. This week was supposed to be easy, sigh.

Still. Prrumpty tumpty tum. Meander meander meander. I'll be in my bunk playing Silent Hill: Homecoming and drinking tea and counting the days until my fluffdragon arrives...

Sometimes it's a little strange to be the quirky one in an already quirky office. I got this email from a co-worker just a few minutes ago:

"Fox! Ah-haaa saviour of the Gucci purse!!!
He's shaved everyone of us
He bathed everyone of us
He shaved with a mighty hand
Every man and their lonely gran
Every chill-he's a mighty F-ox!"

-.o

Here are a couple of images of the recent big-batch-O-tags i've done.

Red Tags on the laser Paw tags ready to be lasered

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visible only to friends as they have (easily findable/public) identifiable info on. but still don't want the whole world peeking at it

Forgot that i did my live journel application wrong and it sent me a message saying my birthday is tomorrow XD

test over and done with for this month *mini hurrah!* ... got closed book organic chemistry exam left to go

Im fried had a head ache since i got home...

Something that confuses me slightly:

There are still people out there who haven't read Buttlord GT.

*mindboggle*

Grah.

I haz a lurgie.
Now confirmed as pig flu.
Yay for a week off work
Unyay for a week unpaid off work
Double unyay for a week of the pigflu >.<
Triple unyay for the fact i still have 50 pet tags to get done for the weekend >.<

Called in, despite every attempt not to need to. Will miss Christmas meal with my old team. Sod's law.

Disheartening.

If I lie down, I vomit from one end. If I stand or sit, t'other. I can't stop shivering.

I have no idea what I ate, but I'm very sorry to it.

I think I got an hour or so of sleep somewhere along there, but I'm not sure how. The night isn't passing quite fast enough. *sips tepid water.*

I just finished The Dark Tower, book seven of the Dark Tower cycle, a series I never thought to read, much less to enjoy.

But enjoy it I did. Voraciously. It's right up there with Hyperion, methinks.

Home. Despite the best efforts of confusing airports, abused sleep cycles, signalling problems around the Severn Tunnel and digestive awkwardness that airline food always seems to cause.

About to toss a load of laundry in, then take a bath, then go to bed if I'm tired enough. Damn this second wind thing.

Dear airlines, and all people who fly on them:

I don't want your diseases. In one year, my lizard an I have picked up three seperate illnesses from your badly filtered air, and from your disrespectful passengers. Disinfect your air before you circulate it back through the cabin.

By the way, don't fly US Airways, unless you want to arrive with every malady you can name.

GRR

Yes. Grr.