On the sick. Went into work at half five... my bunch are off to do something evil in another city, but someone's got to hold the hand of the visiting team that are coming in to keep things going. Got the early movements out of the way, set the paperwork up as best I could then bailed out. For the best really, I wasn't at all fit to be there, sweating and chilled - tired as I was up half the night coughing and choking. I'm just a bloody hero. Or a bloody idiot, but then that's already well established. Questionable as to whether I'm fit for duty full stop. My focus is all shot to hell at the moment, I don't know how much of that has to do with the bug, and how much has to do with the stress that I'll be talking to the quack about as soon as it's subsided. Anyhow, taken FLoH's patent cold battering hot drink, thank you to her for the recipe, coldy things have calmed down a bit but I'll be leaving it a few hours before I do anything else thanks to the enormous alcoholic content.

Got plenty on my mind today, and when I get another five minutes to myself I think I've got plenty writing to do, there's plenty on my mind. None of it's appearing here though, sorry. Suspended my net community profile; prior to deleting it for good. I'm transferring my old journal from it into a word format, and that's a lengthy process; but damnit, it's a year of my life that was in the main good, and I want to keep it if only so I can look at it in five years time and reminice about what I prize prat I've been. Should have binned the group long ago; no offence at all to the lovely people I've met though it (irony! There are actually many good friends of mine off that group and some of them are working hard keeping me alive and sane right how; I never said I had to make logical sense all the time!!!) but working eight and a half hours at a screen for a job I hated then coming home and spending all night on a group that made me insecure is more than terminally unhealthy; it's let me do a lot of harm to mysef by the wayside and there's nothing but hell for me there now. I saw it before for years, watching peoples lives fall apart through the MSN groups, and then dealing with the pyschos and vipers on Feesch but there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. It was an addiction; part of my routine I couldn't break.

Time's enough.

You know, downloading that journal makes me realise that it used to be a much happier read. Really sorry about making you read this depressing hogwash! Normal service will be resumed... erm... dunno.