my frail body is wracked with illness, but im at work so close to not coming in this morning, but at least its quiet. i need the money and it being my last week means that no one would even believe that i was ill.
i dont know what i have
i walked down tottenham court road in a cold sweat, counting the minutes left till he neurofen kicks in...which is a bout 1 1/2 hours in total, and last night reminded me of the time i was 13 and got the worst case of flu 3 days before i went on holiday skiing. at least this time ive got a few more days before my trip to peru.
im still trying to make the most of my days left at this place...enjoying life with my co workers...the closest feeling i can assocoate this job with is being at junior school with a really lax teacher whos not too up on discipline. we come here everyday chat, hang out, avoid work as much as possible, but eventually get forced to do some, then we trade some crap, buy and sell some stuff of each other and go home. ill miss that. plenty i wont miss tho.
till whenever