Feeling sick

I’m feeling totally crap this morning. I’ve caught a cold and as some of you know, I don’t do things by half and that includes getting ill. I’m at the beginning stages so I’m still coherent but what’s pissing me off is the fact that I’m going to an Outlandish gig tonight and have been looking forward to it for weeks and now that it rolls around, I’m feeling like a nauseous hippo being forced to sit in a clean white room when all it wants to do is go to sleep in the mud. 

The journey in was crap. I left my headphones at work so I couldn’t escape the drone of life around me with music. This is probably a good thing since the first song on shuffle would probably have been Tracy Chapman’s Fast Cars or something equally as depressing. As I alighted onto the platform at Liverpool Street Station, I found that my cover of graceful-but-ruthless-sophisticate-with-a-ready-scowl-for-anyone-that-gets-in-her-way had deserted me so I ended up stumbling my way in and out of people’s paths. I actually bought (and ate!) an apple this morning which should indicate just how ill I’m feeling. The construction work outside isn’t doing a lot for my headache and I can’t seem to funnel my thought stream into anything productive so that’s why I’m here having a moan. And, yeah, that’s it.


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