Monday, September 24, 2007
Misery guts
I have spent the weekend looking after my flatmate's dog while he (Davey) has been away in Slovenia. The dog is very cute and mostly very well behaved and low-maintenance. Davey has been texting or calling a couple of times a day to make sure the dog (Hamish) is alive and well.
The dog is alive. He is so eager to prove his live status that he threw up on my bed last night. I got home and wanted to go straight to bed, but had to stay up and do laundry instead. I had to get up at 5:30 this morning. In the DARK. We are not amused.
My weekend was fun, but relatively quiet after all as I got a sore throat and a massively swollen eyelid, so looked and sounded like Quasimodo. Slept a lot. Watched dvds. Walked the dog. Tried to avoid people in case they threw stones at me. Caught up with spiritually superior friends who were able to overlook my deformity.
Today my eye is just kind of red, but my throat is still sore and I'm starting the week feeling run-down. My life is just a box of treasures, really.
In other fun news, I just locked myself out of the office (at 7:10am). Fortunately, my workmate has the key to my boss's office, so we're now in there feeling powerful but unable to access most of our usual work until someone rescues us at 9am. At least we can answer the phones like common receptionists.
And, obviously, it's raining.
The dog is alive. He is so eager to prove his live status that he threw up on my bed last night. I got home and wanted to go straight to bed, but had to stay up and do laundry instead. I had to get up at 5:30 this morning. In the DARK. We are not amused.
My weekend was fun, but relatively quiet after all as I got a sore throat and a massively swollen eyelid, so looked and sounded like Quasimodo. Slept a lot. Watched dvds. Walked the dog. Tried to avoid people in case they threw stones at me. Caught up with spiritually superior friends who were able to overlook my deformity.
Today my eye is just kind of red, but my throat is still sore and I'm starting the week feeling run-down. My life is just a box of treasures, really.
In other fun news, I just locked myself out of the office (at 7:10am). Fortunately, my workmate has the key to my boss's office, so we're now in there feeling powerful but unable to access most of our usual work until someone rescues us at 9am. At least we can answer the phones like common receptionists.
And, obviously, it's raining.
