Well, I appear to be back from Dublin, still vaguely ill but with symptoms so nebulous that they would be laughed out of a doctor's surgery:
- Tiredness, despite the sleeping patterns of a cat;
- Aching everything;
- Short-term memory loss (I have to carry my keys, book and tea with me at all times else I'll forget where I've put them);
- Intense dreams of domesticity with 20sixers I've never met.
Any guesses as to my affliction? My family labelled me variously with flu, ME and Alzheimers. Hope you all had a fabulous Christmas - mine was brilliant, what I remember of it.
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quips (28.12.06 12:07) its ok to fantasise about quipsy. even i do sometimes. |
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Oink / Website (28.12.06 12:44) Gosh, that sounds like lovesickness. I take it it's me you're dreaming about? |
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amillionpieces / Website (28.12.06 13:12) I diagnose you with guilt. You've had so much sleep you feel guilty that the rest of us haven't been quite so lucky. |
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newmaldenetc / Website (28.12.06 18:07) Aha, but not so ill as to PREVENT BLOGGING. God I'm knackered. Only one more day to go before I'm allowed to stay at home in my pants. Finally! |
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Mikeachim / Website (29.12.06 17:25) Good grief. You party machine. And you sleep curled up on the arms of sofas? Strewth. |
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acidicice / Website (2.1.07 06:56) Happy New Year! (and a belated Merry Christmas!) |
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Olivia Joules / Website (2.1.07 09:55) It's food poisoning - you have too much of nice food. Did you have any more meeeaaaaaaaaaat? |