Thursday, April 24, 2008


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Oh doh.

I am not feeling very well. Not well at all, I must say. I seem to have contracted the devil anger death flu.I have been laid low, weeping and moaning and having very weird dreams that I am a mutant genetic experiment with unrealised powers, and I must find the first of my kind in Australia with the help of a rogue scientist and also my friend Gallagher (who come to think of it I haven't heard from in a while) before the evil corporation that created us wipes us out...

Or something. Not very clear on the details of that one. There was a nice picnic, though...

In any case, I came to realise I don't enjoy being sick. Give me a nice migraine or a strained muscle any day. But feverishness and "the Lurgy" just make me miserable. Miserable and stupid*. Miserable, stupid, and clumsy.

Also, repetitious.

I seem to get a flu now every Autumn; rain or shine, minamiafurika or nihon. last year, like a good girl, I got the flu injection. It gave me the flu. People laugh when I tell them, but it's not funny**. And do I get sympathy? Well, yes. But not at work. I somehow got finagled into coming in today, "no matter how sick you are", to work on a very important project, except that then the person who made me promise to come in buggered off without even a wisp of a hint of working on said extremely important project. So I could have stayed in bed.

Ta for that.

But I will have my revenge. I have breathed on everything.....

* you should have seen the spelling on this thing before I checked it eight times.
**It's not. Stop that.


Friday, April 18, 2008

I know, I know, I know.

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Really, I've been lax. So lax. But you know how it is. Seasons change, your body goes all floopy, your work drains you, and all you do in your free moments is readonline comics and sneer at your coffee. Speaking of which, I'll be right back.

Okay, so, I don't really have a topic for today. It's been one of those days. I awoke, went to the loo, and toilet wouldn't stop flushing. As far as I know, it might still be flushing. The Flatmate had left her cellphone at home, and the landlord had gone out. What to do, what to do? Panic, apparently. And then go to work. And try to get hold of the flatmate at her workplace. No luck. Panic some more. Eat Pronutro.

That kind of day.

This always seems to happen to me. This kind of non-stop-flushing issue. This is the second straight apartment that this has happened to me. It's disconcerting. Am I some sort of toilet jinx? That's a very specific way to have bad luck. I've never had any other sorts of plumbing problems...

All of this is ditracting me from the real problem at hand: my lax blogging of late. I'm going to have to do better about it. Even if it means posting my toilet issues.


Wednesday, April 09, 2008's the sighing that kills me.

There are people in the world who probably think of themselves as nonconfrontational. These people are actually passive-aggressive, and Iwish I could hit them, but I can't.

Don't get me wrong, everyone has a little bit of the PA in them, myself included. but there's a time and a place, no? I've noticed a lot of very random PA behaviour lately. If you're on public transpiort and someone sits on the empty seat next to you, don't roll your eyes and make clicking sounds. You are not a San tribesman*.

If you if you are in a supermarket queue and the person ahead of you is delayed because the debit-card machine disconnects, do not sigh and mutter under your breath! Similarly, if you are waiting to pay for parking and the person ahead of you can't get the machine to accept any of their money and they're 50 cents short, bursting into a frenzy of breath-sucking, tongue-clicking, muttering and eye-rolling is NOT HELPFUL!!! If you're in that much of a hurry**, LEND US THE DAMN 50 CENTS!

Becaus if i have to listen to one person near me engage in any sort of repeated, melodramatic sighing, I am going to bust a cap in their ass! Well maybe only in my head. But it's annoying, not to mention ill-mannered and childish. Let's all work together to eradicate this scourge. Let's make very day "smack a PA**** in the eye day".

* unless you are, but they're not famed for their passive-aggressiveness. Except for that one guy.
** seriously, where are you all headed to at 11pm on a saturday night? Tiger Tiger*** will wait for you.
*** shudder. that place gives me the creeps.
****Please don't go out there and hit a personal assistant. Okay?