I went to bed last night
still feeling icky. I slept till 2.20am, then dozed fitfully for the
rest of the night. I finally got up just after 6am still not feeling
one hundred per cent. I came downstairs to find that Fudge also
seemed under the weather. Poor pup.
Mind you I'm wondering if
my dodgy innards were more to do with the chocolate limes I scoffed
on the way home on Tuesday evening, or having had my evening meal at
11pm for two nights running. As for the cause of the dog's malady I
expect he's eaten something else that he shouldn't have.
Fudge then helped me eat
my morning's toast (he likes toast) as I watched my dose of
BattleStar Galactica, and as DLA arrived, so I set off to work. I
needed an apple to go with lunch, but I couldn't be doing with
calling in at the farm shop. Supermarkets do apples which are of
better quality than the ones at the farm shop, and are cheaper too.
Sad, but true. Whilst in the supermarket I looked for a yo-yo (for
geocaching purposes). I couldn't find one, so I asked an assistant
for help. This request foxed her, and she called over some
colleagues. None of them had ever heard of the concept of a
supermarket selling any sort of toy (let alone a yo-yo), so I
gave up. The nice lady in the cheapo bargains shop was insistent that
they had yo-yos. She had no idea where they were, and she couldn't
locate them, but she was sure that they had some somewhere. Perhaps
they have.
And so to work. I was
greeted by a colleague who looked stressed. She stopped me and asked
me if I thought she looked stupid. I wasn't getting involved, so I
told her I was taking the Fifth Amendment (the right to remain
silent) and left her to it.
A little bit later I took
the opportunity to fan the flames by asking her if she had got the
answer to her question. Mind you, it turns out (so she told me) that
she is extremely intelligent, but she hides her light under a bushel.
I do much the same. It is best to conceal the fact that one is a
genius; society expects much less from tattoo-ed bald thugs than it
does from geniuses.
Talking of geniuses, I
was asked today which animal was it that only had one leg. My
inquisitor was sure that there was a species of fauna that only
sported one leg. She maintained that there was a colony of
whatever-they-weres at Blean bird park.
And so home, where I am
hoping for a good night's sleep. A colleague swears by
5-hydroxy-tryptophan which he assures me gives him a good sleep every
night. He's given me some of the stuff to try. It comes from Holland
and Barrett so it must be good sh*t (!) According to the Internet as
well as aiding sleep, 5-hydroxy-tryptophan has all sorts of other
benefits including curbing the appetite, reducing the symptoms and
complications of cerebellar ataxia, lessening the symptoms
experienced during alcohol withdrawal and reducing symptoms of mania.
That's a result.
Mind you the stuff isn't
without it's down side. Reported side effects include heartburn,
nausea, upset stomach, diarrhea, muscle cramps, gas, bloating, and
lack of sexual desire (which is probably for the best!)
I've taken the tablets.
Let's see what happens.
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