|I feel as broken as my earphones but no amount of pink duct tape|
will put me right.
Hemorrhaging Hades! peccatum Sodomiticum, peccatum Sodomiticum, gonads! (*).
It's colder thant it seems today. The official temperature is -2C where I am, but that's gonads. It is cooler than that. I have the slush to prove it.
It's very dispiriting to face the first Monday of the year when you've been stricken with a low-level virus (somewhere between Ebola and the common cold - oh alright, it's closer to the common cold, and oh fine, it's really just a tickle in the throat), it's
Yah. I can be rude and seem erudite at the same time. It's an inherited talent, what can i say.
The jollity of the past season has dissipated and the work routine beckons. It all feels very depressing, but I must also remember that my immune system is busy defending my cells from nasty viruses so I feel tired to start with - that's the physical part. The mental part - I'm feeling mentally sluggish because my mind is still on vacation and doesn't want to focus on the work yet. All this will pass, and I shall find Joy! Inspiration! A New Sense of Purpose! in the days to come.
(*)Bloody Hell! Bugger, bugger, bollocks!