March 27th, 2009


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This morning I came this close *holds up crossed fingers* to pulling a sickie and staying in bed. No, I'm not sick, but I am very very tired, and my head's feeling a bit splodey with Stuff, and, well.. there was a Doctor right there who could have given me a note. <3

But, in true English style of stoic endurance while moaning like fuck, I drank my government-approved legal stimulant drink, sent The Kid off to be institutionalised for his daily capitalism training, and forced myself out of bed and came to work. Dressed in black with camo miniskirt (might be atom powered), Fuck You stompy-boots and the tailored puff jacket thing that makes me look like an assassin (thanks thirstygirl for this, it's warm AND styley!). And god help any of my colleagues who have tanties today (there may have been one yesterday).

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Last night I read a dense text on the various meanings of the word 'identity'. Dense text is dense. And contained, for the first time in yonks, words that I had to look up in the dictionary. It was mostly hard work and full of disclaimers. I thought I was wordy, but I could have said what they did in about 25% of the words they used. Anyway, the upshot is that they think we don't have one. An identity that is. Or that it has so many meanings that it's useless. To which I go "I may not have identity, but damnit I have character!" And because it's today, I follow it up with "Suck on that, fucker." ;-p

I will be at Fidels tonight for a while. Please come give me a hug, especially if you're not going to be around for the huggage tomorrow.

Also, ferrouswheel, you rock my world. Just saying.