Yesterday, at some ungodly hour we lost water. I think it was our whole street, not sure. Lucky me, I got the last three glasses of water at our place and housemate wakes up and declares he cannot go to work without fixing his hair (really, it wasn’t that bad). Stupid bloody roadworks. They could have at least issued some warning.
So we watched Rome. 8.45am, he pours himself a glass of beer.
me: uh…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but isn’t it a little early for beer?
Frosty: I’ve had it earlier than this before.
me: oh.
Well, it was the only liquid available in the house.
Got sent home early from work today, which sucks arse as I started at 9am (yeah, life is hard!). I’ve come to the realisation that coffee makes me nauseous and it’s a direct result of medication. I’ve also come to the realisation that I drink it out of necessity to stay awake.
It has also come to my attention that last week I was a tool. Not on purpose of course, but these things happen. Please let this week be better…
Interestingly enough, I just turned down a job offer. Health grounds, gosh, I hope it wasn’t an idiotic thing to do…sigh. The hours of availability were a bit crazy, and given my excellent sleeping patterns…hmm.
On a more positive note, going out shopping with a pal I’ve not seen for ages then we’re dining at a Mexican restaurant and going to an open mike gig at a pub. Woo! Should be ace.
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