Today has been a rubbish day.
- My head has been pounding all day
- My sore throat has gotten worse with every passing moment thanks to muchos coughing
- The cough that was ok yesterday has reverted to one of those awful “I can’t seem to get whatever it is that I need to get up through coughing” cough. Get me?
- My “drink” after work got abruptly cancelled before 8am
- So I was in a huff with nothing to do on my train journey but mull that over
- Morons on the tube (as per usual)
- Coffee crap (as per usual)
- General sense of frustration at work
- Injured myself. I am not going to share how - it was pretty gross and wholly painful and I feel sick just thinking about it
- Didn’t get out of the office for lunch
- Moaning Minnie moaned all day as usual
- And demanded that I scan her photos - I ignored this by “being too busy” and covering my desk in even more papers than usual so aforementioned photos got lost under the pile and then I “forgot” and left work
- I have a massive spot on my cheek/side of my nose - it is big and hurts
- Left work late - poop
- Escalators at Westminster and Waterloo are always fucked
- Morons on the tube (again)
- Had to walk up the hill home
- Someone in the apartments on HL was cooking Shepherd’s Pie. Felt poopy because I want Shepherd’s Pie and baked beans
- Nearly got run over on WA - am I fucking invisible or something!?
- Hunted around for, like, AGES in my bottomless bag outside the flat trying to find my key
- Am now avoiding writing out my appraisal form for The Boss. It is due tomorrow. I have been avoiding this for a week. Damn, damn, damn…
I am off again to shout at this computer. Tired. Want a bath and a hug. Sniff.
I hate days like that. I hope you’re feeling better!
Moaning minnies always moan. We have one in our office and I swear that she would implode if she ever had a perfect day.
Blue: Have a vicarious e-hug from me: >>>hug
Rats, second half of message got truncated through mis-parsing of non-HTML compliant e-hug. I meant to write: can’t you make yourself some shepherd’s pie, or are you feeling to awful to try?
Sounds like a terrible day - was there any moment that brought levity and hope? Nope? Me either.
How’s the bruise? I’m weighing down my purse with coppers as I type…
Coatman - me and cooking don’t go hand in hand when I am grumpy and cold-ridden and home after 7pm. I hate cooking when I have other stuff to do, like blogging and writing my appraisal form and having a bath and watching TV and reading and playing with Pols and Sybs… etc etc
Now that I’m thinking of the title, a pile of cock doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend a day! Ugh, I need to get laid. Nowish.
oh that sounds like a shitty day.
poor soupy
I couldnt get my spot to pop. I squeezed it but it wasn’t having any of it. But today it looks like it might be ready… wee. I just wish Beardy were here because he always makes a mighty fine job of squeezing spots clean whereas I am shit at it.
Sarah - {immature laughing} teee hee heee
I am horrible for picking at spots. I know I should just leave them be and that they only get worse - but I can’t help it!
Is your day going a little better?
BOO to bad days! And that’s quite a list of horribles you have there.