On the point

[jawnbc]

I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm at my desk. Excreting a fair bit o' mucus, but otherwise feeling much better. But I could sense last night that I was on the mend: just after dinnertime (though I ett no dinner) I became enervated, restless and bored. And teh interwebs failed to entertain me, so I read The Economist. For a couple of hours (it's usually bedtime reading).

My next task is to ascertain what da fook I should work on today. There is the book, but I wanna make sure there isn't some admin I should be doing. Else I shall have to dance nekkid in my cubicle gorgeous private spacious office.