I've been out to dinner with my writing buddy Kym. Got to luv daylight savings, as we were home early. Not that I didn't want to hang with Kym, but I've got a fucking cold! Do you believe it? I feel like shit! Tired. Is this what's left over from the week of misbehaving over Melbourne Cup, no doubt. You always pay for your fun.
I need Daniel Craig to come and rub my back.
Suddenly, it is cold. Got to hate hydronic, slab heating when it suddenly turns nasty. If the heating hasn't been on for a week, it takes a while for the concrete to heat up. I'm freezing!
My nose is blocked and I've got a dry cough that just won't crack. Grr!
I'm going to bed.
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