Crap I hate being sick...
Fek. I've got the worst cold in the history of colds. Well that's how it feels anyway. I was down in Wellington on Tuesday for a training course, and I was feeling fine up until lunchtime. After that I started to feel really crappy, and I haven't felt much better since. I flew home early on Wednesday, I certainly wouldn't have been able to concentrate on the course all day, and no way would I want to give this rotten bug to anyone else...
Now my sleeping patterns are all fekked up. I've pretty much slept for the past 24 hours, and now (7:45pm) I'm wide awake and not sleepy at all. I went and got some videos from the video store, but it turns out that the VCR doesn't have the right cables to plug into the TV. Everything is against me at the moment! The only reason I feel up to typing this is thanks to my good friend Mr Codral Day and Night.
Back to my deathbed...
TiM