This weekend has passed so slowly since I've had to cancel all my plans and miss the friends I wanted to see, drink with, watch DJ and spend time with. The consolation appears to be that I get to make sure my Mum is recovered from this flu as well. Frankly I feel pretty rotten having exposed her to it in the first place. We're both nearly right again but I can see it'll take more than a few days before my head feels normal and the headaches and cough ebb away.
Work beckons tomorrow, complete with the deadline that was supposed to be handled last week were it not for waiting while developers wrung their hands when I should have been taking their results and setting them down in the documents. Tomorrow and Tuesday were supposed to be holidays, now rescinded to help with the work effort. Maybe that's charity and maybe that's the right thing to do, but it still rubs me up the wrong way.
I know I'll be too tired to do a whole day at work tomorrow, so the first thing I'll do is to get clearance to work at home in the afternoon. There's no sense in messing about with it. I'm exhausted and my sleep patterns are completely shot. They can bill me.
And my sketches aren't good enough, damn it. I need practice. But I guess I knew that already. In fact I knew that before I ever submitted them. I need to improve in order to be happier.
I feel six hours of confused dreams incoming.
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