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Feb. 13th, 2008 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I was meant to go to a dance class, but the stupid people sent two e-mails out about the change of time and venue; assuming the idiocy of the committee (seriously, they're dim) I didn't read the second. Apparently it's me that's dim, as the second e-mail was an 'oops! I meant to also say it was on a different day!' I read that e-mail today, and, er, it was regarding yesterday.
Balls. Never mind.
HOWEVER, this has a very great advantage in meaning thatI'm never going to do an exercise wahey I can actually have a pajama day and just not ge dressed again. This would be nice, as I feel very ill and self-pitying. Given that I spent back-breaking hours in the Union this morning repairing the damage from Boozeday Tuesday I think I deserve this. Both men's toilets were covered in sick with broken flushes; all but one of the ladies loos blocked. Never has so much toilet paper been removed by so few in the field of cleaning. And I was only doing on set of toilets; the others were apparently worse. Don't get me started on the main bar and corridors. Oh god. The horrors, the horrors!
At least I don't have a sense of smell or taste at the moment; I dread to think what the toilets would have smelled like otherwise.
(To make matters worse, it's the Chinese New Year stuff today, so that'll create chaos tomorrow morning; Valentine's Day has a Bop so chaos on Friday; and then it's bastarding RAG Week, which is great for charity but not for my am blood pressure.)
It was with great relief I went back to bed for the exciting hour I can handle it for. Cursed decongestants make me sound more human, and sneeze more (and compared to sniffling and blowing my nose and breathing like Comic Book Guy, a sneeze is quite good fun) but are also stuffed full of caffiene which means I can't sleep. I also can't sleep if I'm bunged up. So, er, there we are.
I am going to get on with doing some reading now, for my sins, and refuse to get dressed. I am such an arts student.
Balls. Never mind.
HOWEVER, this has a very great advantage in meaning that
At least I don't have a sense of smell or taste at the moment; I dread to think what the toilets would have smelled like otherwise.
(To make matters worse, it's the Chinese New Year stuff today, so that'll create chaos tomorrow morning; Valentine's Day has a Bop so chaos on Friday; and then it's bastarding RAG Week, which is great for charity but not for my am blood pressure.)
It was with great relief I went back to bed for the exciting hour I can handle it for. Cursed decongestants make me sound more human, and sneeze more (and compared to sniffling and blowing my nose and breathing like Comic Book Guy, a sneeze is quite good fun) but are also stuffed full of caffiene which means I can't sleep. I also can't sleep if I'm bunged up. So, er, there we are.
I am going to get on with doing some reading now, for my sins, and refuse to get dressed. I am such an arts student.
