Posted by Ursula on Monday, 16 February 2009
It’s quite phantastic.
I am heading towards what constitutes one of the toughest days of my life (yes, I was born on a Monday). I haven’t slept nor eaten in 48 hours, I have to meet a four hour dead line (I am writing this at 0400 hrs GMT) having to accomplish something that takes mere mortals days. I am not joking. I allowed myself a twenty minute liedown ca 0200 hrs only to be kicked ass by son who asserted that I cannot afford to go to sleep; how right he is. He recommended speed to keep me going – what do I need speed for? I am running on adrenalin.
To top it all – and I am annoyed about it – I’ve just started a hiccup.
U
PS Sweethearts, should you ever find yourself in a shithole and feel need to block out thoughts, feelings, anything in order to get the job done, don’t opt for Schubert, play Motorhead – full blast. It does wonders. Thanks, Lemmy.
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