I Think I May Be Dying

Or I just have a really horrible cold. I can barely speak (shall be fun today at work!) and my nose has become a snot faucet.

OK so yesterday a package come for me. It was clothes. The ones that High and Mighty had said wouldn't come. That is why I have no money!! They have taken it out of me account! Buggers! So I now have even more new clothes (don't worry shall still only wear jeans and my "r u big enough?" t-shirt.

Yesterday when I told mum, Jenny at work had bought me a Kylie calender for Christmas, Mum goes "That's nice, she is a gay icon after all." Could this be a breakthrough? Doubtful.

Nearly died of boredom at work yesterday. If another person says something like "Can I go on the, erm, Eurotrain thingy, today to, erm, Belgium, from Felixstowe?" I shall scream and scream until I make myself sick.

I have just 25 pounds to get me through the day. This must include 1) taxi to work £8, 2) my works Xmas party and 3) a taxi home (£15+). Oh and please note I don't finish work till after the start of the party. FUN!

Still NOT sacked! What is the problem...... don't tell me they want me to work over Christmas? Evil..... Eeeevvvvvviiiillllll......