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Can I just point out to the naysayers, doom mongers, tree huggers and bleeding heart liberals that if having my massive  204″ TV with its 17Kw power supply fed by burning baby dolphins was contributing to “global warming” that it wouldn’t be snowing outside. In April. Snow implies cold. Cold implies not warm. Not warm implies little or no warming going on. So, in summary: I’m late for work.

just ug.

Anyway, I was right [about a great many things], those of you who had the audacity to disagree with me were wrong

And yes, I could be more vague. Deal with it

I really do have it bad for my cute bartender. Today I gave her a small tube of mini eggs as an easter gift (not sure if I’m going to that pub tomorrow and I don’t think she’s working Sunday) and then proceeded to sit at the table with my mates and look all doe eyed (apparently) every time she came into view. And before you lot start telling me I should ask her out there is the small problem she may say no… or she may say yes… and I’m not entirely sure which one scares me the most.

Anyway, we did tonight completely arse about face going to the cocktail place first (where I got to drink expensive lemonades in small glasses with lots of ice), then kebab (which wiped everyone out as I insited we ate in and the kebabs were rather large) then the pub. Then we decamped to another pub as we were told our nurse friend was out with a lot of young student nurses, which turned out to be an untruth (or if they were out they weren’t in the pub we were told) so we just gave up and went home. It’s a far cry from the ‘out clubbing until god knows when’ that it was supposed to be. I’m off to bed

You watch. The walk home will wake me up and, despite being just snout ready to pass out now, I’ll be unable to sleep when I get home. Not straight away at least.

I’m shattered. I’ve been up for 24 hours, i’ve been working for over 8 of them and dancing like a complete bloody loon for 6 of them. Sleep hasn’t featured yet. That’s next on my todo list, just as soon as I get home in about an hour.

More later, but I think we can safely say we’ll not be bothering with Inferno any more replacing it instead with Sedition. The music is better, the venue is better, it’s open until 5 and getting first trains home is a very real option without too much hanging around… Assuming I don’t fall asleep and wake up in Norwich

Right, I’m going to go spam you with blog posts to keep myself alive.

So yeah, as a few of you have pointed out I’ve not really been about much the past couple of weeks. Live with it

Anyhoos, it’s late but I’m updating my iPhone so I thought I’d bore you all senseless while all 162.1Mb of the update download and install.  “How?”, I hear you ask. Well, to be honest, I’d not really got that far, but I’m sure I can make it up as I go along. Lets list the things that have been good about the past 2 weeks:

1) Pate. Been eating rather a lot of it on toast. Good pate on toast with a bit of cucumber on the top makes a very nice, easy to prepare snack

2) Munchies. Munchies are just so cool. I’ve just devoured a packed.

3) Ferry Corsten Gig. Much bouncing around the dance floor like a complete lunatic for god knows how many hours. Will post about it later maybe.

4) Leaving Birmingham. I HATE that city with a passion, I hate the accent, I hate the architecture, I hate the train station, hate, hate, hate. Thankfully I was only there for just over a day.

5) Glow sticks.

6) New T-shirts (although one has a misprint and one looks a little too camp so I’ll need to get it redone)

7) My iPhone. I still love it to bits, and now its finished updating I can go put it in it’s little charging cradle whereupon it’ll wake me in…. ah, crap, 7 hours… *sob*

Oh, and I’ve spent more in John Lewis.

Oooooh - and there is really HUGE news which you need to remind me to tell you lot. Might even break the rules and blog from work.

Right, 1.1.4 is installed, I’m off to bed.

Right, I’ve decided that my current method of carpet bombing my cold symptoms with bucket loads of drugs in combination with everything else I need to take is probably a recipe for totally boxing my kidneys which, on scale of 1-10, probably rates a ‘totally bloody stupid’, so work have been politely told where they can stick this particular work day and I have taken steps to recover. In an ideal world these would be as follows:

• Languish in bed having brow mopped
• Consume 1 or more bowls of coco-pops
• Get lots of sleep

This is beset by a number of problems.

• There is no one to mop my brow
• Using my laptop in bed is uncomfortable for extended periods of time
• I have no coco pops
• The builders are making a lot of noise
• I’m drowning in snot

So I’ve given up, made some non coco pop based food, got dressed[ish] (i.e. threw some combats and a hoodie on) and am currently noodling about with the internetweb and debating about  watching TV or crawling back into bed and attempting to get some more sleep. I hope to feel more human by about 5ish because I want to go to Tai Chi tonight. A shower and a handful cold & flu pills, decongestants and painkillers should do the trick

I was made at 4:55pm on a Friday afternoon. How do I know this? Well, I’m very badly put together with poor wiring, dodgy plumbing and extra bits just thrown in willy nilly. So it’s not as bad as some people (my dad has a carrier bag full of drugs to keep him going) but this was my breakfast this morning (photo fuzzy due to crap camera on iPhone, it not coping well with macro mode and me not wanting to advertise the exact drugs I’m all to all and sundry ). I’ve cheated slightly as I have a cold today, but then again the pill count would be up by 2 if I had stones (with the wussy pain killers being replaced by serious ones) and by 3 if I had a full on kidney infection. The sodding great multivitamin pill gets taken first, the rest are just thrown down my throat in one handfull.

Must admit, it reminds me of a line from Scrubs when J.D. asks Dr. Cox about the correct dose of Tylenol to give a patient: “It’s Tylenol! Regular strength Tylenol! Take a handful, throw it at the patient, whatever sticks is the correct dose.”

It’s 1:30 in the morning, I got shite all sleep Saturday night for various reasons and it’s school tomorrow. I’m going to be very tired and crosspatch. Still, on the plus side I’ve managed to throw a bundle of cash at iTunes, discover a whole load of new bands (OK, 3, the 4th we wont speak of and we’ll just pretend it didn’t happen) and have been listening to Cry Little Sister with the volume set to way past 11 (yes, I know, not going to be conducive to sleep but I’d tried everything else, I was getting bored and it’s a bloody good song).

Anyway, I’ve got up now as I’ve given up all hope of sleep before 2 and I figured I should do something vaguely productive if I was going to be awake. Finally worked out that the problems with the RSS feeds (and for some reason the admin panel) on Notes From… was from the theme I was using so I’ve disabled it and will create a new one from scratch (I had spend about 5 hours customising it already so I may as well go the whole hog. Does mean that things will be a little fluid over there for a while and I may break it more than a few times before we’re done

Right, off to pootle about until such point as I pass out due to exhaustion. Going to be a fun day at work tomorrow today.

OK, let us assume for the briefest of moments that I am wrong† and that there is a God. If this is true he’s got a vicious sense of humor having visited upon me a migraine the likes of which you have never seen before and a temperature of over 100F for my bah humbugery (sorry, my thermometer does old money, also bear in mind that ‘normal’ for me is 96.4F). I suspect, however, that it is just plain old irony. Either way, I feel like absolute toilet and have been popping pills left, right and center to try and make it all go away. I’m also wearing tracksuit, t-shirt and a long sleeved t-shirt and I’m still cold.

At first I though it may be flu, but I’ve had flu before and this isn’t it. For starters, if this was flu, I’d not be writting this post, I’d be too busy dying and/or chucking my guts up. Flu is one of those things that really really annoys me. 99.9% of the time what you have is not flu, it’s a bad cold. Suck it up. I should also point out that I don’t do man-flu. Man-flu is also just a cold. When you’re in hospital with a temperature that’s so high they’re having to draw new lines on your chart then you can say you’re ill. Otherwise take some paracetamol and shut up.

It could also be a kidney infection. Again, we’re lacking any talking to God on the porcelain telephone, I’m not pissing blood and my kidney’s don’t feel like someone is sticking a knife into them… but all that could be coming. It won’t be the first time they’ve put me in hospital over the mid-winter solstice period (although last time it was a stone, which this most definitely isn’t). I also get up to 6 of the buggers per year, but usually they’re quite mild and, unless my temperature pushes 102F, I don’t really worry about them short of taking some antibiotics and sweating a lot. I’d spend my entire life off work otherwise.

I suspect, however, that it’s simply a really bad cold coupled with a migraine of epic proportions. To give you an idea of just how bad it was the pain scale would actually rate it as a 10 (eyes closed, crying), however, if that’s true then a kidney stone would be about 15 and it doesn’t go that far, so lets put it at a 6 (or about 25 on the man pain scale). OK, so I wasn’t in so much pain I was being sick (been there, done that) but sufice to say it was enough for me to dump some tramadol which, although usually fantastic at killing migraines, is contradicted with some of the other medication I’m on and, in case of a bad reaction, you should consult a mortician‡. It also didn’t get rid of the migraine, which is not usual. However, me being me, I put this down to me not having had enough.

Anyway, I’ve taken even more pills, am now absolutely bolloxed (as you can probably tell be the drivel I’m spouting) and am simply waiting for my brain to stop leaking out of my ears so I can go back to sleep again. On the plus side the migraine is now simply a bad headache (alhough my skull still feels about 2 sizes too small for my brain), I’ve been able to divest myself of most of my clothes and I am now boiling hot with a temperature of only 98.9F, which is a vast improvement. Funnily enough, if I have to take a third lot of tramdol I’ll start getting to a stage where my memory gets totally shagged and I’ll wake up thinking ‘when did I write this rubbish?’. Right, I’m going back to sleep.

Toodles.

†This is simply a thought exercise. I don’t do wrong. I am a firm believer in the fact that the universe is a construst designed solely as my play thing but that it is imperfect. It is quite regularly wrong. I am not.

‡Before everyone lectures me, the side effects from tramadol are the exact same list of ‘if you get these go to A&E’ symptoms for Votarol [or is is the other way round?] and I’ve been taking those for years. Most of the time they simply list everything to cover their backs if anyone does have an adverse effect. Why do you think sleeping pills warn about ‘may cause drowsinesses’? Anyway, I was careful so stop your complaining.