Of this office, trying to stay awake and a few other things.

Even though I have an hour to kill waiting for my lift I am going now.

Have a good evening.

That is the sound of my head hitting the desk. Not because I fell asleep, but pain keeps you awake.

Hmmm, its not enough.

Shall I slam my soft dangly bits in the desk drawer?

Too many people in the office to be dropping ones strides.

More coffee?

Could there be any more coffee. I am at one with the coffee. I am the coffee and the coffee is me. We are both steaming.

It is getting a bit sureal in my head at the mo. Delerious.

I am actually thankfull that my connection to our finance system has been down for the past two hours as I just can't get it together to work.

But look on the bright side. This feeling is disturbingly like being stoned!

I am doing a lot of sitting and staring and thinking.

eh?

sorry, zoned out there for a bit.

If I can't a connection to the finance system after another cup of coffee, I may well chop down some of the unsused profiles on my friends list. Just for something to do.

Or try and find somewhere in this building to hide away and sleep in.

One for the chaps.

Now we all know how we like it when our partners get dressed up in a sexy fashion for, erm, well sex obviously. But lads, what have you ever worn or been asked to put on by your partner?

and did you?

And did it have the desired effect?

And ladies you can tell us of your requests and if they were met and did they work as well.

If you want.

Now back to trying not to fall asleep.

Since the weekend I have been totally exhausted. Normally this would be just put down to the excesses of said weekend, but this is getting silly.

I could lay down now and sleep for a couple of hours and its only 10.00!

I slept like a dead thing last night and the night before but I am still tired.

I have a sneaking suspicion that an old problem is raising its head again.

About 10 years ago I got Glandular Fever. My wonderful doctor signed me off for a week because I went to see him with an aching knee joint and he just assumed that was all it was, not even bothering to get off his arse and prod me. For a couple of weeks after the week off (which I spent sleeping) I would literally nod off at my desk from 9.30 onwards even though I was going to bed at 6.00 straight after my evening meal and sleeping through to 6.00 the next morning. Pensioners were overtaking me when I walked down the street, everything was a total effort.

It passed eventually but a couple of years ago I had to go see a different doctor as the glands in my neck and under my arms had swelled up and were hurting like mad. After some blood tests he told me that it seemed I had had glandular fever and this was a recurrence. Which he said would happen every now and again for many years to come and there was nothing to be done about it.

Oh good.

Since then, if I am run down or ill, the glands under my arms hurt like insect stings and come up like hard little lumps. They are OK at the moment, but it might explain why I am feeling so fucked.

I got the minor fevers again!

Unclean! Unclean!
Unzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

To central London. Train was a little busier than normal but you have not been saved from another day of my pitiful and badly spelled waffle.

Only the pile of dull work that I should be doing right now can do that.