I also think the universe is laughing at me. When I took a week off in February and went to Las Vegas I got the flu and spent most of the time in bed. Today I woke up feeling tonsilitissy and I'm definitely feeling sick now, although it might just be a case of eating too much.
I'm not normally ill, though. In the six and a half years I was working at Adams I only had one genuine day off sick, and that was with an injury rather than an illness. I had several other days off here and there, but that was just when I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. But I've had one genuine day off sick while I've been with Parkhouse, plus the flu. Maybe I'm getting old. Maybe I should register with a GP (although I don't think that's going to happen - not only does this process involve talking to people, there's also a chance of being poked, prodded and diagnosed by people, none of which are things that I enjoy).
Anyway, this is my excuse for doing no memory training today. Well, that's not entirely fair, I did start an hour numbers session, and abandoned it after eleven minutes when my mind was wandering too much. But it started well, and leaves me vaguely hopeful of getting back on track with a bit more time. Which, of course, I don't have.
But having given up on that, I went to Nottingham only to find that all three comic shops there have also sold out of GLA #4. Okay, it's good, but this is just silly. The retailers should have noticed how popular it was, and increased their orders accordingly. Still, I got the new Ultimates, which is great, and Runaways, which is also great, so I'm not complaining. I'll see if London can be any more use tomorrow, assuming I'm not bed-ridden.
Having come back to Derby, I went to Burger King for lunch, deciding that this was a special occasion (stretching the definition a tiny bit there, but hey, I'm the one who made these arbitrary rules about what I allow myself to eat, so I can bend them if I want). Having got my XL bacon double cheeseburger meal (large), I went over to get a straw and some salt, but a member of staff who was hanging around stood in front of them and smilingly held the bin open for me. Presumably he sees a lot of people who buy meals and then immediately throw them away.
I wouldn't normally write about that kind of thing, but it seemed like something out of the book I bought in Nottingham today - "Incompetence", by Rob Grant. I certainly wasn't planning on buying a book, but I threw my whole money-saving thing completely out of the window today. Special occasion, you see. Anyway, I picked it up out of curiosity and had read the first two chapters before I could tear myself away, so I had to get it. It's hilarious.
I came home and half-heartedly shuffled a couple of packs of cards, but I could tell I wasn't in the mood, so didn't go any further. I contemplated going to Sheffield in my continuing quest for GLA #4, but got to the station just as a train was leaving, so didn't bother. If I don't find a copy tomorrow, I'll be irritated in the extreme.
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