so what to do now? rant? moan? bitch? complain? in other words the usual. . .(I won't even bring up the footnotes issue or the two twins issue. . .)
right so, my arm still hurts and i have an AWOL rat. seems to me like the making of a pretty exciting evening. blergh. anyway. . .hrm i'm . . .starting . . . to think . . .that . . .i'm . . . using. . . this . . . dot dot dot . . .thing too much. . .yah think? probably an indication that i have nothing worthwhile to stay. Or that i'm still zoned out of my mind from giving a pint of blood to the nasty people in the sport centre that kept asking 'Are you ok?' I mean really! What is this world coming to. no, i don't think it's that. Maybe it's cause some stupid cunt decided to call me AND WAKE me to remind me to give blood, while i was obviously trying to recover from my horrible ordeal.
You see! This is the kind of thing that happens when you try and do a nice thing. People ask you how you are and give you friendly (and i use the word 'friendly' in the loosest sense it can be used) And no, i'm not just in it for the free coffee and biscuits!