no easter eggs for me,

and more disappointingly, no easter bras either.

och well.

i am treading that fine line between not very well and completely incapacitated by the lurgy. cannae stop coughing. red raw throat. the snuffles. i am fighting the beeyatch but i doubt i shall find it in my ♥ to go to work tomrrer...

i have mostly been making myself better with you lot. to wit:

seeing shaun of the dead (aceness in a basket! laughing the whole way through! the best use of queen in a fillum ever! lets go again?) followed by a little food and a bit more booze. being introduced to huuuuge cocktails at tgi friday. laaahvely. deciding karaoke was a good plan. my throat is not thanking me :)

sitting in a pub pre romo bowling. romo bowling itself (thank y'all for coming, the boy does worry so), with copious pints of cider. mmmmmm cider. being good for a bit (the product of a broken home dontcha know, tis what every separated father does with young kids, bowling or cinema) then spazzing out completely. not stealing shoes. i must fined my old bowling shoes yes. sitting in a pub post bowling, some little food and some lots of booze. running away from pub (despite quiz machine) when a band appeared. choosing the bus over the tube and winning. another pub. more assorted romos appear to replace those that havnae made it. i drink some 'grog'. i like this. i drink some more.

i 'come to' to find myself standing somewhere in angel, not entirely sure where, on my own and feeling abandoned. i don't know where i am going, why, and why there is noone else there. i panic. i can't find the pub. i phone simon and get him to come fetch me. this is why booze is bad m'kay? cos apparently i had told the boy watkins to stay in the pub i could make it home fine on my own. i don't remember. *worry*

spend sunday watching judy (i love you judy!) in meet me in st louis. *sigh* before heading on out to the country to watch some surprisingly good boy wrestling. yes i liked it. and what?! ;P (jonny, jonny storm.......)

and today i have just about got up. i dunno if my bears from brizzol will be around or not. so i shall sit in a dressing gown and wait to be summoned. or mebbe i'll go for a doze. hmmm yes doze.......

tomorrow i finally manage jerry springer the musical! huzzah!

can every weekend be a bank holiday weekend? 4 day weeks are the way forwards......

no easter eggs for me,

and more disappointingly, no easter bras either.

och well.

i am treading that fine line between not very well and completely incapacitated by the lurgy. cannae stop coughing. red raw throat. the snuffles. i am fighting the beeyatch but i doubt i shall find it in my ♥ to go to work tomrrer...

i have mostly been making myself better with you lot. to wit:

seeing shaun of the dead (aceness in a basket! laughing the whole way through! the best use of queen in a fillum ever! lets go again?) followed by a little food and a bit more booze. being introduced to huuuuge cocktails at tgi friday. laaahvely. deciding karaoke was a good plan. my throat is not thanking me :)

sitting in a pub pre romo bowling. romo bowling itself (thank y'all for coming, the boy does worry so), with copious pints of cider. mmmmmm cider. being good for a bit (the product of a broken home dontcha know, tis what every separated father does with young kids, bowling or cinema) then spazzing out completely. not stealing shoes. i must fined my old bowling shoes yes. sitting in a pub post bowling, some little food and some lots of booze. running away from pub (despite quiz machine) when a band appeared. choosing the bus over the tube and winning. another pub. more assorted romos appear to replace those that havnae made it. i drink some 'grog'. i like this. i drink some more.

i 'come to' to find myself standing somewhere in angel, not entirely sure where, on my own and feeling abandoned. i don't know where i am going, why, and why there is noone else there. i panic. i can't find the pub. i phone simon and get him to come fetch me. this is why booze is bad m'kay? cos apparently i had told the boy watkins to stay in the pub i could make it home fine on my own. i don't remember. *worry*

spend sunday watching judy (i love you judy!) in meet me in st louis. *sigh* before heading on out to the country to watch some surprisingly good boy wrestling. yes i liked it. and what?! ;P (jonny, jonny storm.......)

and today i have just about got up. i dunno if my bears from brizzol will be around or not. so i shall sit in a dressing gown and wait to be summoned. or mebbe i'll go for a doze. hmmm yes doze.......

tomorrow i finally manage jerry springer the musical! huzzah!

can every weekend be a bank holiday weekend? 4 day weeks are the way forwards......