Saturday, November 06, 2004
Run de MC
08:30 am
Looking at the mirror.
Didn't feel well. Who's that? You are pale o little one and ghastly. Eyes adopted bilateral panda style. Skin blotchy, one spot bang on tip of nose. Pain. Go back to bed.
Had better call Pauline and tell her am taking self certificate MC.
12:30 am
Made the quick call and Pauline played FBI. Not well is not well laaaaa..why la ask ask so much.
Was rude to Pauline. Felt worse. Don't care for now will give her some Roses chocolate on Monday, for peace offering.
Cramp mounting up to my eyeballs. Too much pain, too much pain.
Shall go back to bed and shall make self popular by not turning up to present Pain Pathway lecture to those middle aged men siting around ready to tear me apart. Bunch of hyenas in suits more like it. Still thinking of different clever ways of saying I don't know. Best one so far has been, 'That's a very good question Dr. C, shall we both research on it and compare notes in the next meeting?'
Already semi popular cos broke the remote control for the projector last week.
Truth is zero work done for the presentation. Been preoccupied with other pressing issues, relationships and whatnots. Been losing sleep over fear of growing old alone vs wearing pampers for stress incontinence.
Personally think that this is a big conspiracy to see how much pressure one can put unto such small surface area to volume ratio. Well, am seriously considering marriage proposals and having lots of babies..let them be quadruplets. Minimum effort maximum result. Or is it the other way round? All of course with epidurals...and of course the babies turn 18s the very next day.
Which accent will they have though? Yorkshire of Cockney?
Must block self from being too obvious about life being so utterly mundane. Must not be too broody. Must get married before 30.
Looking at the mirror.
Didn't feel well. Who's that? You are pale o little one and ghastly. Eyes adopted bilateral panda style. Skin blotchy, one spot bang on tip of nose. Pain. Go back to bed.
Had better call Pauline and tell her am taking self certificate MC.
12:30 am
Made the quick call and Pauline played FBI. Not well is not well laaaaa..why la ask ask so much.
Was rude to Pauline. Felt worse. Don't care for now will give her some Roses chocolate on Monday, for peace offering.
Cramp mounting up to my eyeballs. Too much pain, too much pain.
Shall go back to bed and shall make self popular by not turning up to present Pain Pathway lecture to those middle aged men siting around ready to tear me apart. Bunch of hyenas in suits more like it. Still thinking of different clever ways of saying I don't know. Best one so far has been, 'That's a very good question Dr. C, shall we both research on it and compare notes in the next meeting?'
Already semi popular cos broke the remote control for the projector last week.
Truth is zero work done for the presentation. Been preoccupied with other pressing issues, relationships and whatnots. Been losing sleep over fear of growing old alone vs wearing pampers for stress incontinence.
Personally think that this is a big conspiracy to see how much pressure one can put unto such small surface area to volume ratio. Well, am seriously considering marriage proposals and having lots of babies..let them be quadruplets. Minimum effort maximum result. Or is it the other way round? All of course with epidurals...and of course the babies turn 18s the very next day.
Which accent will they have though? Yorkshire of Cockney?
Must block self from being too obvious about life being so utterly mundane. Must not be too broody. Must get married before 30.
