Saturday, Nov. 13, 2004 - 12:06 a.m.
I can't keep it up
Well well. Until tonight I had never realised how closely KDLang and P@ul Heaton resemble each other, and now on Later..., here they are in the same room!K D, yesterday:
Heaton, yesterday:
Sometimes, when I am working dead hard I love it. And I surprise myself with my capacity for doing stuff and wonder at how little I do most of the time. Recently I've been dead busy covering for my boss who is on holiday, and as he has a PhD, this involves a lot of blagging and general challenges, the likes of which scare me but then make me happy and satisfied to have completed.
Howozza, I can normally only keep up this pace for a week or so. Yesterday I was busy at work, then sh1tting it about having to lead an interview, without any questions prepared or knowing anything about the expert I was to be talking to's field, then doing the interview (it was OK but...), then scooting off to a screening for 8.30, coming out at 10.30 to find the tube screwed and facing a long bus journey home, which would have been just fine if I had not had to wait HALF AN HOUR for a bus to take me 1km. Grr.
The upshot being that when I got to my cold little flat, I spazzed out. After brushing my teeth I went dead hot and shaky and involuntarily started shoving chocolate drops in my mouth. It was really odd. I thought, oh, maybe this is illness starting.
I woke this morning with cramps but that was all. No illness. If I arsing get ill when I'm holiday I will not be happy.
In fact, I WILL SPIT.