Wheelistically @ Claire.NU

Don’t panic, I’m still alive. Accord­ing to K, I’ve been struck down unce­re­mo­ni­ously by “Man Flu” (yes, appar­ently even women can catch it), though my reck­on­ing is closer to a mild case of “Death’s Door”.

I don’t do “being poorly” very well, I’m not the world’s best patient, it must be said. I’ve spent the last week or two per­man­ently set to “pathetic whim­per” and have been mak­ing small aban­doned puppy noises approx­im­ately every 20 minutes, regard­less as to whether I have a captive/sympathetic audience.

When I am poorly, I am not your friend. I am nobody’s friend. I’m not even my friend. I am grumpy and whingy and on the whole, very sorry for myself.

And I’ve had two assign­ments due, and I’ve been try­ing to redesign this site, and we’ve been redec­or­at­ing the bathroom.

This is not a recipe for domestic bliss, I can assure you.