So sick, so sick of being tired and oh-so tired of being sick

I haven't been healthy since Reading. I had a chest infection a few weeks back, you may recall, now I have a throat infection (I'm pretty sure - Alex does and she has the same symptoms as me), so fucking hooray. I'm off work, but actual sick days suck because they are boring. Sick-of-work-days are a different matter, but this is a sick day. Also, not being able to sleep is the worst kind of ill. I'm gonna try and book a doctor's (is that apostrophe right? I only want the one doctor and I'm sure there's supposed to be an 's' there) appointment when the surgery opens in seven minutes (read: when the people have opened th surgery in about half an hour), because, as the title would suggest, I'm sick of being, well, sick.
So last weekend I went to a work party; oh dear. It was boring (but maybe that's just because I wasn't smashed like everyone else), and no-one really knew me. The small few who made the effort to talk to me quickly gave up when they realised my responsiveness was limited to "yeah", "no" and "hah..." (owing to three joints). This dude from Manchester called Owens is probably the nicest guy I work with (not to say none of the others are nice, I just don't know them as well). He arrived at the party and shouted "SLACK (that's me)! GIVE ME A HUG!" - legend. Plus he speaks funny, like all "northeners".
I got my spetum pierced, as you will know if you follow this blog. Jordana wanted an industrial/scaffold piercing, she's got two rings in at the moment, going back for the bar in a few weeks. I wandered through Camden smoking a joint, it was fun. I must do it more often. Some black guy shouted "HEY!" to me, and when I looked round, he gave me a knowing smile, nodded and said "what you smokin'...?". I laughed and nodded back. I absoloutely love it when the phrase "you can't judge a book by it's cover" is appropriate, because to be honest (THB), you usually can (I just realised, this makes me sound like a horrible racist - I neglected to mention that he was a scary looking rudeboy, I didn't mean I was surprised that a BLACK was actually NICE).
Awesome, it's 8.02am and I just booked a doctor's (?) appointment for 9.20am. That's brilliant.
Oh yeah, Sunday Jenni lost her rugby match, but the other team were PRICKS, so we were the real winners. Then in the evening I went to Misos/The Greyhound with Spanner from Office. It was sweet to have a catchup, haven't seen her properly for about seven months.
I couldn't sleep the other night, so I watched series one of Peep Show, then ate beans on toast. I decided that I'm definately going to have a nervous breakdown at some point in my life, they seem like such a lark.
Anyway, once again I have actually enjoyed posting on this blog, so thanks for reading.

Snot, snot, snot, wipe, PAIN, snot, snot, snot...