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Yes, it's One of Those Days
Aug. 25th, 2011 10:52 amHow does one realize that it's One of Those Days?
By discovering, while sitting on the toilet, that one has hitherto been wearing one's knickers inside out.
I know I'm repeating myself, but I'm so tired I could collapse right here at my desk. The heat is certainly to be blamed, but it's also one week before my period is due, and there's some nasty intestinal virus making the rounds -- I know how I feel when the body is fighting something. And I don't like that grumbly, queasy sensation in my tummy. Still have to go to the reception at 2 p.m., but cancelled the lunch with Stefan we had planned to have afterwards. He's still recovering from a nasty, a/c-induced head cold anyway, so having lunch next week instead of today will be more rewarding in any case.
Oh, and good intentions have been rewarded by fate: after much self-nagging, I decided to give the accountancy programme a go, clicked on the icon, and got a pop-up message "path can not be found". Alerted IT department in Vienna, who will set it right, but I won't be able to use the application before tomorrow. Har, har.
I kinda would like to be one of my cats today, even though I suspect they aren't feeling quite on top of the world either and sending feline prayers for cooler temperatures to the Great Flying Spaghetti Monster or whichever deity cats turn to.
/end of broadcast
By discovering, while sitting on the toilet, that one has hitherto been wearing one's knickers inside out.
I know I'm repeating myself, but I'm so tired I could collapse right here at my desk. The heat is certainly to be blamed, but it's also one week before my period is due, and there's some nasty intestinal virus making the rounds -- I know how I feel when the body is fighting something. And I don't like that grumbly, queasy sensation in my tummy. Still have to go to the reception at 2 p.m., but cancelled the lunch with Stefan we had planned to have afterwards. He's still recovering from a nasty, a/c-induced head cold anyway, so having lunch next week instead of today will be more rewarding in any case.
Oh, and good intentions have been rewarded by fate: after much self-nagging, I decided to give the accountancy programme a go, clicked on the icon, and got a pop-up message "path can not be found". Alerted IT department in Vienna, who will set it right, but I won't be able to use the application before tomorrow. Har, har.
I kinda would like to be one of my cats today, even though I suspect they aren't feeling quite on top of the world either and sending feline prayers for cooler temperatures to the Great Flying Spaghetti Monster or whichever deity cats turn to.
/end of broadcast
