Friday, May. 20, 2005 - 1:40 p.m.
Twenty-eight
I don't tend to take sick days but this week I've had one and three halves. The blood lab is currently investigating why but I don't like the getting-to-work,-feeling-fine-come-11am-have-dramatic-blood-pressure-drop-resulting-in-lightheadedness so today although I feel fairly well, I have stayed away to make sure. Also, I'm going to Paris this afternoon so I was only meant to be in half a day anyway.God bless the Eurostar!
Anyway, this all started with a bizarre funny turn on Tuesday that involved shaking and paleness. It's much better when I'm lying under my duvet on my sofa and watching America's Next Top Model, which is GREAT. When I got home on Tuesday I felt so sad and alone and did I say sad? Very sad. And when you feel like that you can think about all the things you value in your life but they still don't make you feel better.
But yesterday Girlsdontcry brought round pizza and cake and chocolates and medicinal giggling and hott boys to look at on the internet. And by the time Kath & Kim was on I felt way better so hurrah!
Tomorrow, then, is Eurovision AND the cup final AND 28 years exactly since Man Utd beat Liverpool 2-1 (or was it the other way round, I will never remember) and half way through the match finally a girl was born, whose first action was to wee all over her mother's belly. A fair triple whammy of reasons to be cheerful. (Though verily I wish it weren't Arsenal in the final). So I'm knobbing off to Paris to reflect on my 28 years without the footballular distractions. And to eat loads of patries and cheese, obv.
Oh my god Karl Kennedy is dying of a heart attack live on Neighbours! What sort of a birthday edition is this??