tales from an ordinary world

1999-04-27

I did the best thing I could have done today, and stayed home. I've got some horridly sore throat thing, and going to work and having to talk all day wasn't going to help (I learnt that lesson yesterday). So I slept. I read. I slept. I got up and sat at the PC and made sure things were going ok without me. Later on, I found out that I have to show up at personnel tomorrow at 9am to sign something or other "as early as possible in order to get paid". Woohoo. What a fucking week. I'm sick, my job sucks and I hate my life. Hooray !

Idle minds are, of course, the devil's playground. I lie in bed (I'm really bad at lying in bed, I'm far too restless) and think about how I really don't want to go back to work. I want to just leave it all behind and just go. Then I think about how much money I (don't) have in the bank. Even the thought of getting another job doesn't really appeal to me...at least, not one in computers anyway. And so my mind wanders around in circles, going nowhere useful, merely getting more and more lost...