*sniff*

I had a big serious post to do about addiction, and why I'm not an addict, and letting go, and the value of being content, but I'm still a  bit teary after watching Paul Bettany get Kirsten Dunst in "Wimbledon", so it will just have to wait.
*blows nose*

f4f3 is Unwell

Bah, I've finally admitted that the fever, nausea and inability to sleep are not actually a hangover from Friday night's excesses, and that I should lie down for a while. Bah. I hate being ill, and I hate not going to work, but the eight hours sleep in the last 72 might present a small problem. Bah.

On Being Ill

Right, that's me sorted out my broadband line and put a washing on. Time to get the hedge-trimmers out.
Oh, and maybe I should eat something.

Yup, still ill.

 Did fifteen minutes hedge-trimming, and I'm sweating, dizzy and my ears are ringing, for some reason. Not the person you want to meet with a hedge-trimmer in his hands.

Bah humbug.

Got to decide now if I should drive out to the airport to pick up unblinkered, or put my feet up on the sofa. Ach, I'll have a lemsip and see how I'm feeling...