Monday, Sept. 07, 2009 - 22:18

I woke several times in the night to cough up phlegm and also because I seem to have swallowed a fair amount of it too. Pursuaded by the fact that when I did get up and get ready for work, I came close to shitting myself (so glurpy were my faeces) I called in sick.

Part of me now (in late evening) feels a bit bad because I now don't feel ill any more, but I do feel this OK partly as a result of having slept from half eight this morning all the way through to four this afternoon. I guess I needed a rest. Perhaps it was a dodgy curry at the weekend. Perhaps indigestion turned into vomiting symptoms. Perhaps it was partially psychosomatic as I felt awful yesterday evening.

Anyhow, as a consequence, not much to say. Checked my work e-mail earlier and it looks like things are going to be ratcheting up (is that the phrase?) to a more busy state of play in the next few weeks. I feel that I could have done with more time off (though admittedly only working three of the last ten days, I should be relaxed enough!) but hey nonny noo. I just feel a bit blargh about my life, and as a consequence about my job too. It's the eighteen month itch, I suppose.

Oddly, my mind just drifted off there on the phrase of 'eighteen month itch' and some kind of reference to nappy rash. Do 18mth olds wear nappies? I suppose so.

LISTENING TO:- more of the quieter ones from 'The Best Of The Eagles', which has hit the spot somewhat. I recall seeing a gig on TV by The Eagles, and lovin' the vibe that evening.. I'm just getting old aren't I?

This mornin' also the Sandy Denny tune 'You Never Wanted me' was one of the three or four that was playing as I woke and shifted from the asleep to the concious. Beautiful stuff indeed - sad though.

Been looking at some of the pics of my nieces which my bro has put on Flickr, and it makes me want to get my finger out and sort out a digital camera. I promised myself I'd do that after I moved house, but that was almost two years ago, hence I really should get the fucking wheels in motion. My nieces are well cute though :-)

Y'know (and if you had half a brain, you'd expect it anyhow) sleeping in an extra eight or ten hours doesn't half fuck with your body clock! I'm unsure whether I'm hungry or tired or what... still feel a bit mis.. um. I don't feel quite right and am unsure what to do about it.