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Sep. 12th, 2008 11:14 pmYesterday I left my flat to find a dead pigeon in my courtyard. I called my landlords twice about it and got no reply. I went on to develop quite horrible period cramps, tried sticking it out after the main secretary and my boss really said it wasn't a good time for me to go home because she'd be completely on her own, until I developed quite bad stomach, back and thigh cramps and started feeling very nauseous and asked if actually I could go home a little bit early. I had quite a painful bus journey back to my flat, then laid down and watched TV for a few hours, and a dvd. I got up, went to the shop to buy some chocolatse and ordered a pizza because I didn't feel like cooking. Then the cramps and the nausea came back, the pizza hadn't turned up an hour after I called, so I called back and found out the driver had been but my intercom wasn't working and he hadn't had the credit to call my phone. So I waited another half an hour or so, having to keep going outside when I didn't really want to move, past the pigeon, to see if he had arrived.
Then when he came, the pizza was cold, he'd brought me a diet coke instead of a regular coke, and I was feeling so ill the smell of the pizza made me want to throw up. I went to bed at 10.30, because there was no point me staying up, having had two jaffa cakes and a few lines of a chocolate bar since I got in, spent at least an hour trying to get comfortable/wait for the cramps to wear off, and woke up at some point this morning, laid a wake for a bit, before finally checking the clock and finding out it was 5:11 am.
It was not my best of days.
Today, after going to sleep just wehn my alarms were going off and waking up at about quarter to nine, I called up to say I wouldn't be in to work, probably. I laid around in bed, feeling guilty, because once again there was onbly one secretary form our teamn there, and she was going on holiday next week, and the docotr I am actually a secretary to was going on holiday next week, as well as her SHO, so would possibly have lots of stuff to do. I finally, feling half alright, went into work, got stopped by roadworks for a little while, and got there at about 3:00. Then left at 4:30. Then went to see my landlords, and found out they don't deal with dead animals on the property. Then went to see the Dark Knight again, while it was still on the big screen, as I had been planning to yesterday. I still love the Joker dskjfhkjasdsgdahsakfdjslakdj.
It sikes me, as it has before, that the Dark Knight is sort of like a Cinderella story. Although a version where Cinderella kills the guards and sets fire to the palace.
In other news: I can't believe no-one's written any Fracture slash. Almost every scene with them together features Crawford looking at Willie like he's in love with him. I fantasise sometimes about Crawfoird trying to lick out all the slurred consonants and elongated vowels from Willie's mouth. And the phrase 'fucking the Prosecution'. If it wasn't for the unfortunate subplot of misogyny in the film, I would like it a whole lot more. And I watched an episode of House today. I like Cuddy. I do not like House. There was a bit where Cuddy almost electrocuted him. If only he hadn't moved away.
Also, any shortcomings the film Step Brothers is more than made up for by the singing scene. And the hug. And the sister-in-law. All those things are great.
Then when he came, the pizza was cold, he'd brought me a diet coke instead of a regular coke, and I was feeling so ill the smell of the pizza made me want to throw up. I went to bed at 10.30, because there was no point me staying up, having had two jaffa cakes and a few lines of a chocolate bar since I got in, spent at least an hour trying to get comfortable/wait for the cramps to wear off, and woke up at some point this morning, laid a wake for a bit, before finally checking the clock and finding out it was 5:11 am.
It was not my best of days.
Today, after going to sleep just wehn my alarms were going off and waking up at about quarter to nine, I called up to say I wouldn't be in to work, probably. I laid around in bed, feeling guilty, because once again there was onbly one secretary form our teamn there, and she was going on holiday next week, and the docotr I am actually a secretary to was going on holiday next week, as well as her SHO, so would possibly have lots of stuff to do. I finally, feling half alright, went into work, got stopped by roadworks for a little while, and got there at about 3:00. Then left at 4:30. Then went to see my landlords, and found out they don't deal with dead animals on the property. Then went to see the Dark Knight again, while it was still on the big screen, as I had been planning to yesterday. I still love the Joker dskjfhkjasdsgdahsakfdjslakdj.
It sikes me, as it has before, that the Dark Knight is sort of like a Cinderella story. Although a version where Cinderella kills the guards and sets fire to the palace.
In other news: I can't believe no-one's written any Fracture slash. Almost every scene with them together features Crawford looking at Willie like he's in love with him. I fantasise sometimes about Crawfoird trying to lick out all the slurred consonants and elongated vowels from Willie's mouth. And the phrase 'fucking the Prosecution'. If it wasn't for the unfortunate subplot of misogyny in the film, I would like it a whole lot more. And I watched an episode of House today. I like Cuddy. I do not like House. There was a bit where Cuddy almost electrocuted him. If only he hadn't moved away.
Also, any shortcomings the film Step Brothers is more than made up for by the singing scene. And the hug. And the sister-in-law. All those things are great.
