O hay.
One of the perks of my job, highlights of which include unlimited Galaxy hot chocolate from the machine and all the post-its I can smuggle*, is the free flu jab available every winter. Seeing as I'd have to pay to get one from the GP, and I can't really have any more sick leave for the next decade or so, I decided to take the plunge and get my first ever flu jab. Apart from a bit of stinging when the juice actually went in, it was alright. What is not alright is the fact that my arm looks and feels like the jab was administered by Mike Tyson's fist. It really fucking hurts man. And 2 days on, I now have a cold, which I know isn't the flu, but still - good one irony. Alanis Morissette would have a fucking field day.
Not much gwannin other from that. I've managed to stay on the wagon, aside from a minor blip involving seasonal apple crumble, so that's good. I'll be seeing Mands and Jules tomorrow for Mands' looming big 2-5, which I am well excited about. Aaaaand I'm going to actively hunt for an iPhone this weekend, because if I'm not dealing with my BB's drama anymore. It needs to recognise that I'm the diva in this user-appliance relationship, and I will relinquish none of my rights for that fool.
Wishing you a happy and restful weekend. Peace out x
*This is a self-appointed perk which may in fact be frowned upon.
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