Shhhh....

I have a migraine. I've spent the last few hours in bed with the electric blanket on and a chillow (a pillow that's cold - obviously) under my head. I've reached a brief hiatus from my symptoms which I know from experience won't last long, but I thought I'd use the opportunity to get out of bed which is frankly boring after a while. My husband has banned me from watching television incase it makes me any more ill, so here I am with the laptop writing nonsensical e-mails to people and writing a Virgina Woolf-esque blog. I hate migraines. I feel sick. One side of my face is numb. And an alien being has hatched inside my head and is banging on my skull trying to get out.

Okay, time to stop writing shit and go back to bed...

Raindrops on roses

I'm having one of those days where I had to literally drag myself into work. It took all my inner mettle to stop me from wrapping myself up in my duvet, sitting under the dining room table and rocking backwards and forwards until the day went away. So... on my way here I tried to think of nice things about the journey to work. They were:

1) Travelling with my husband. We actually managed to leave at the same time today, whereas every other day this week, he's been out the door when I'm still skulking about in my pyjamas.
2) Reading the Metro. Even if it is only for the letters and the cartoon.
3) Comedy TfL staff who put on a funny voice when saying "mind the doors".
4) Freebies. Today I was given a BAA bag containing a box of Fitness cereal, Aero bubbles, a tin of vegetable broth, hair gel, tissues and eye drops.

No...bollocks...it hasn't worked. It's still a bloody awful day.

I carried a watermelon

I have been reprimanded for not blogging in a while and for my previous blog containing too many fucks (as in the word, not acts of copulation). So, I shall be writing only about cheerful stuff:

1. I rewatched Dirty Dancing yesterday. Now I've. Had. The time of my life. And I've never felt this way before (never felt this way...)
2. I'm going to Center Parcs tomorrow
3. I've got a week off work
4. It's nearly Christmas
5. Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

Hickory dickory

Who the fuck's fucking idea was it to put the fucking clocks back? I am very tired and confused. It's five minutes to nine and I'm so tired I want to stab out my own eyes. Fucking stupid idea. I'm going to bed.