A short time ago, I learned how horrendously stereotypical it is to complain about humdrum affairs in your life on a web-log (or "blog") - this, coupled with my neverending attempt to be a more up-beat person, put me off the very idea of blogging. However, I am extremely bored and am experiencing such discomfort that I have little else that I want to do. ENJOY!
Crash, crash, crash, that's all my laptop ever does anymore.
Went to bed at 10.35pm - needed to be up at 7am for work. I figure this will give me eight hours sleep, just right.
What time is it now? 5.44am. How much sleep have I had tonight? Let's see... Hmm... Carry the one... OH YES! None. Fucking great. With every breath in, I feel my throat drying out more and more. No matter how much I drink, it just gets drier, more sore, and oh yes, my nose drips mucus. I wasn't ill at 10.30, but the second I decide to sleep, my body somehow contracts some sort of illness within the space of five minutes.
I am so hot and sweaty, but the second I move the covers to cool down, I get a chill running down my spine, and I can actually feel my throat stinging all the more from it. Brilliant. This isn't pain, it's just pushing the limits of discomfort, and I don't recall ever being so tired without being able to fall asleep.
I imagine this means I will take a day off work; however, for tomorrow (and tomorrow only), my department is vastly understaffed already! So hooray! My co-workers will now be pissed off with me! And do you want to know what the best part is? Hee hee... I'll tell you... AS OF WEDNESDAY (yes indeed, TWO days away, well done!) I WILL BE GETTING PAID FOR MY SICK DAYS! BUT NOT TODAY! GOOD HEAVENS NO! THIS IS GOING TO COST ME £69! Brilliant. I feel like shit.
The philosophical musing blog didn't work, as I am not well-read enough to undersatnd much of what I am trying to say, and the sheer volume of comments (none of which I really understood) stopped me from posting anything further there.
I discovered why I am so tightly wound, anxious and constantly complaining; I have a serotonin deficiency. Serotonin is a chemical in your brain which counter-acts stress hormones, effectively calming you down (or something like that). My mum takes "happy pills" for it, maybe I should get some.
FUCK my throat hurts.
I was going to write a "so long, and thanks for all the comments" post on here, closing the blog officially. However, I only know of one person who still checks on here, and they don't want it to end, so I guess it's not doing any harm. Vive la Blogger.
I'm sure I'll get back into the swing of this and post another entry soon.
I guess I don't need money particularly, and I could do with a day off. Did you know, the most weekdays I have had off in succession in the past six months is three days? I have never worked so much in my life, perhaps it's why I am so unhealthy? Stress? "Stress related illness" is just what pussies say when they can't hack it.
But really, six months without even a week off? Fuck, that almost sounds worse than it feels!
I have used a lot of exclamation points in this posts; I'm far too enthusiastic.
It took almost 20 hours for Simon to send me 11 Squarepusher songs.
