I am tired.
Very sleepy.
Tres fatigue.
This makes me a little sensitive. A portion emotional. A deal irrational.
I did not get a lot of sleep this week, which is more or less normal, what with my continuing obsession with the relationship between myself and the cast of the West Wing - come on Josh, tell Donna you love her - and the fact that I have a hard time saying no...which I kinda like. But I am, as a result, fragile today.
My normal routine when I get to work is, coffee, cereal, emails - early starts mean its OK to eat brekky whilst checking out your inbox, and this usually puts me in good stead for the day - not this morning however...
A certain man had been in my shared office space, a man who had a rather strong smell, so strong in fact, that full hour after he has left, I can STILL smell him. I felt like I was eating a bowl of sweaty weet-bix and nothing says annoyed like a headache brought on body odour. I think odour should be spelt oh-dear coz damn if I didn't vomit a little in my mouth.
Its not a great start to my day. Also, there is almost NOTHING to do at work today, making the next 6 hours appear to be very long indeed. We do not even have a sick-bay where I could maybe lay down for a bit and get my strength back. All I have is an endless supply of tea and my ever increasing frustration to keep me company. I do not envy my co-workers at all....I can feel a tantrum coming on.......
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Amanda,
I wish I had a day with almost nothing to do at work :-) !
Anyway, thanks for leaving a comment on my Deilginis blog. Funny coincidence, isn't it? I totally agree with you, the Dun Laoghaire-Dalkey Walk is lovely - especially on a Sunday to cure a hangover...
Cheers,
Ahoj
www.cosmonication.com
Totally not cool. Sometimes I really wonder if some people are born without a sense of smell. Or maybe their olfactory sense dies from overexposure to their own persistant, noxious BO.
It's a chicken-and-egg conundrum only solved with a strong detergent and a high-pressure hose (recycling the gray water afterwards, of course).
Woe and alas. I think you should start an 'organic' scene. You know, with crawling on the floor and grunting.
But not with the sweaty man.
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