By: IanB Mood: other Date: 12/09/2007 21:55:46 Music: Something dismal by the Smiths

Well, after the food poisoning, I thought that I'd have a good run at enjoying myself for the rest of the week, but sadly circumstances have rather conspired against me. Having been incapacitated all weekend, I went to the pub on Monday afternoon and they promptly ran out of beer. I did my best with cider, but the damned stuff gves me indigestion - still, I managed to make it through to the end - fairly sober due to inexcessive consumption. I tried again on Tuesday, but the beer delivery arrived at the same time as I did and needed time to settle, so I was on the bloody cider again. I gave up and went home for a Chinese and cartoons on the laptop, which was alright, but hardly a big social evening.

I had lots of plans in place for today and got up nice and early. I was just about to go into the shower, when I got a call from my father, informing me that our cat (a very jolly companion of mine for many years and always foolishly affectionate towards me whenever I visited) had been killed in the road the night before. This has cast something of a pall over the whole day and I have stayed in for fear of embarrassing myself by bawling in public. I'm glad that I wasn't having to deal with this at work, but I'm very conscious that I'm not getting the rest and relaxation that I had planned upon. The whole reason that I had a week off, was because I was beginning to get short-tempered and snappy with eveyone after working too many hours over too long a time, but I fear that if my 'holiday' continues in this vein, I'll be borderline psychotic by the time that I get back.

I'm hoping that our syndicate at work will finally manage to win the lottery jackpot tonight and give me something to celebrate, but I'm also realistic enough to reckon that it's unlikely, so if anyone else out there has magic goodwill, please consider directing it at my next four days....