Today is one of those days.
I woke with a hangover, which is very unfair, as I wasn’t drinking last night. It’s like doing a sentence without the benefit of the crime. I have been unjustly convicted of drinking.
So my head has been in a fuzz most of the day.
It’s one of those days when I wander into a room, and then wonder what the hell I went in for. About twenty minutes ago I walked to the top of the stairs, stopped and wondered why did I come up!
And now that I sitting here typing up this crap, I realise, I came up to do a piss. Not blog.
Anyway I’m here now so may as well let yas know that I think I’m in for another bout of man-flu. This doesn’t surprise me because apparently they have been dropping like flies with it in work. Some kind of stomach flu it seems. Nausea and skitters.
You will be glad to hear I don’t have the skitters (at time of going to press) but maybe the fuzzy head is something working on me. Fingers crossed it’s not. Although I have had a bit of a cough for over a week now. Are you feeling sorry for me yet dear readers? For the record, I’m not that keen on chicken soup.
To top it all off, my neighbours are pissing me off a little. They have been banging away for about an hour now. Incidentally, I’m talking about building works, not their sex life. Well I don’t think it’s their sex life, unless they’re into something I know nothing about.
The radio is pissing me off majorly too. Strangely enough it’s not Mika playing. I’s all these bloody Christmas songs. I’m sick to death with them already and I’m sure I’m not alone. I don’t think I’d mind so much it there were some new ones but it’s the same old same old, year after year. There should be a law passed that makes it illegal to do all the christmassy crap before December 10th. I think I’d enjoy it more. The shops are full of christmas from before halloween for god sake. By the time the big day comes around, most of us are bored to death with it.
The only decent advert on TV just about sums up what I think about the silly season right now. It’s the DREAMS beds one. “Get comfortable this Christmas, with Dreams” Now to me, that sounds like a plan but somehow I think “Fat Chance.”
What I really should do is have a few drinks. Feeling as I do with this non-hangover, I kinda feel cheated.
