Midday drops off the clock and I stifle a yawn. What is the point of anyone working these tedious days between Christmas and the new year? You sit there, stuffed to the point of near insensibility from total gluttony, head in your hands, fighting the urge to eat yet more fattening things and you try to find just one small iota of motivation.
And can you?
No you bloody can’t.
Bored out of my tiny mind.
Had intended to waste large amount of today talking to Ti but I received a very sad little text when I woke up saying he’s back in hospital with yet another attack of food poisoning, India style. Back, therefore, on the drip. God, just can’t wait to experience another bout of dysentery when get back to SE Asia. Everything up. everything down. It’s good for the waistline but that’s about it.
Just while I’m in the whinging mood, matters were not helped today by waking up this morning with a hangover the size of Belgium. Why did I smoke last night? Whose hairbrained idea was it to feed me copious amounts of wine then wave the Marlboro lights in my direction?
Argh argh! STOPPRESS I get to shut the office early as absolutely zero is happening… more later therefore.
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