Ill.

[rosiedoes]

So, yeah: I'm off sick today. I had a rough night. My stomach feels like someone's shoved a bunch of those plastic sticks for playing straws in it and I'm not entirely sure the chicken stirfry I ate last night agreed with me.

On the other hand, I was feeling ill during the day yesterday, before I'd been anywhere near a stirfy.

I emailed my boss and told him and he said I should lay off the Whiskas (I explained my chicken theory: the cat wouldn't eat it, but by that point I already had).

So, I went back to sleep. That is until some cuntbag decided today would be a good day to pull up the road outside my house. THANK YOU, HARIN-GAY! COUNCIL.

Have to go to work tomorrow. We have a photoshoot for the Meet The Team section for our website.

I kid you not.

Comments

[trodders.livejournal.com]

I remember being out one night and having the most killer hangover the next day.

What I didn't realise was that it was the day Dad had pencilled in some guy to repair our guttering. Cue much drilling into walls at 8am!!

I feel your pain :P

Oh, Meet The Team. Is Nice!

[rosiedoes.livejournal.com]

Thanks, mate.

I live across the road from a primary school, so they're usually noisy, but drilling the goddamn road?!

That is so not cricket.