You're lucky. I don't get any feeling of self-pity when I wake up in the morning. It's more of a dull feeling of indescribable horror and revulsion.
Self-pity usually kicks in around lunch time, when the cold sweats have ended and dried into my tshirt. That usually wears off pretty quickly though... it's amazing how funny your co-workers faces are when you've been sitting at your desk, fingers wrapped in a death-grip around your keyboard, for three full hours.
Posted by David Barrett at October 13, 2004 11:19 PMAbout time Claire , I've been waiting for an another blog to read, especially with daves ranting about holidays in 6 months, and headaches that sound like anal-vomit-blood.
Keep the material coming, tell 'K' he is also my husband, cause he wasn't looking.
There is no punch line here, stop waiting. Where do I get off? NEXT STOP!
Posted by Des at October 14, 2004 12:24 AMOh for flip sakes.
I only tuned in today in the hope that you might have done a blog entry about me and how wonderful it was to bump into me unexpectedly.
Damn you. To Hell. In a poxy box.
In all seriousness (which is a beautiful resort but hideously overpriced) its GREAT TO SEE YOUR BLOG BACK!
OMG TBH LOLZ U R TEH WIN!!!!!!!11111oneone.
Go away.
Posted by Sorcha at October 14, 2004 06:39 AMOh...
I had forgotten the joy of feedback.
Writing a blog in the small biscuit of html you know is so demoralising.
Welcome back to my brane.
Posted by neuro at October 14, 2004 04:31 PM