The extremely explicit science of doing naff all.

Mood alright.
Wearing my pjs and dressing gown. I'm such a slob.
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing Fleetwood Mac - Smile at You.
Dreamt about nowt.
Currently reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey
Present MSN name I am nobody's little weasel.
Talking to Clem.
Last text from Rhebus Monkey, I think.
Word of the Day naff

My work is so crap. Despite having given me a wage slip the other day (which I managed to lose after only about 10 minutes - oops), I still haven’t been paid, so this is really just getting beyond a joke.
Work otherwise is okay; I’m learning tricks of the trade all the time, like how to get out of polishing duty, which is fine by me. Also Jatinder is a sweetie, cos he always seems to try to get me out of my scrapes or give me advice or whatever to make me feel a bit better.
Even so, work is not that fun. But I can live with it for the time being.

There’s not a lot else to say at the minute. I’ve been ill lately, pretty ill, with flu-lurgy – a temp of about 103 degrees, sweats, shivering, hacking cough, migraines and headaches, and then it turns out after all that, when I thought I was all clear, that I have some kind of sinus infection, so I have been given a truck load of drugs to sort that out. What fun.
I also have to go to see the nurse on Thursday to have my ears syringed, which everyone tells me is horrible. The doctor was surprised I could ever hear. Damn secretly-waxy ears.

Gosh, fuck all’s happened this week. Other than the fact that Mr Greenhalgh is a tosser and I can’t do my coursework – because he didn’t bother to get my essay stuff back to me when I was ill and before he was ill. He could have given it easily to a mate of mine in the same class or put it in my register. But apparently not. And then he was off ill, and so I have no chance of doing anything. And so now I wait and look forward to being bum-raped by him when we get back, cos I would have done naff all.
Luckily, The Had was nice to me about it when I asked him for a bit of advice and all, but ultimately it didn’t help that much. The Had said that I should more or less throw his name into the fray if Greeny says anything to me, but if that doesn’t work then I don’t have a leg to stand on. Greeny does not like excuses, however valid they are.

Also, it turns out that I’m supposed to have done loooooads of my coursework for Blodge, but I haven’t, because I was away. So I’m struggling a little, because I’m supposed to have done my prelims, which I’m only about a quarter of the way through so far. And I chose a horrible investigation to do.

All in all, I’m not doing very well at the minute.

We’ll see if the week gets any better. I have the Guillemots gig with Herry tomorrow and drinks with Pegg, her and Rich – which may be interesting before the gig, then after the gig, Herry’s staying at my house, and we may watch Wit.
Then on Friday there’s the partay/get together thingy at Clem’s, which hopefully should be good, but at the minute, it’s looking like it can easily go either way.

I’ll keep you posted.