Thursday's Child

First off, I'd like to start with a message to the man with the squeaky nostril who sat behind me on the bus this morning. BREATHE THROUGH YOUR MOUTH! I can hear you, the whole bus can hear you, surely YOU can hear you??

And now, the main feature (let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby..)

At the risk of famous last words, the snow was a disappointment, wasn't it? It wasn't enough to sledge precariously down the hill, careering dangerously towards the Derwent, and it certainly wasn't enough to keep me home from work. All I need is for the buses tomorrow morning to stop running. Obviously not today, otherwise I'll be stuck here - and as much as I don't understand people who get nervous in hospitals, I sure as heck don't want to spend anymore time than I have to in this place.

It's getting harder and harder to get up these days, to pull myself out of the dark, and the warmth, and the peace and quiet. I often find myself lying in bed in the mornings, willing to lie, cheat, or sell my prospective first born for 12 minutes more on my own, in the silence... Mmmm.

I wanna go to sleep..........

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