I think my eyes are bleeding cause I'm that effin' tired.

I stopped freaking out around 2.30 this morning.
And then I had the uncomfortable sleep of the dead. Yay me!

Yeah, I'm here at Weasel Central "chilling out". That is if sitting stiffly in a crappy office chair constitues chilling out.

At 2.00 this afternoon, I will calmly get up and walk out of the office & down to the underground, where I will nestle into my gal's car and try to think happy thoughts until I get to the hospital. Once there, I will crack completely crude and inappropriate jokes and no one will chide me for being an insensitive arsehole. That will be my favourite part of the day. Then I'll go and let some techie guy do an ultrasound and stick a needle in my throat. Then I'll go home and nestle into my sofa with my gal and ignore the outside world. And tomorrow, I will wake up, thank the Universe for not killing me off (Ha nice try, you fuckwads!) and head back to Weasel Central to spread my kind of joy. Sounds like a plan.

I promise that those truly in the know will be called/emailed/texted poste haste. Thanks to all y'all out there for your supportive comments & emails. I love you fuckers.