Happily the lady I'm sharing the office with today is not talkative so I'm grateful for small mercies.
There is deffinately a strong feeling of blah hanging round me and love them as I do I have no desire whatsoever to be more sociable with my colleagues today. So much so not even reading bad poetry or batshit crazey journal entries is geeing me up.
Such is life :)
Yes a fake.
All this time I have been harboring a counterfeit mole.
It's real name is Seborrhoeic Keratoses and it is completely harmless.
In order to get that diagnoses I have had to endure a secretary with a very bad attitude and a consultation with a dermatologist whose first language was not English and the whole consult from start to finish was worthy of being staged as a British farce.
Happy Friday !
Taking moley to the dermatologist in an hour or so, hoping he will say "Go home your wasting my time."
It's been a few days of absorbing bad news. Still trying to make sense of the latest air crash business and people I know going through hard times.
But on the good news front, it's Friday !
I may not like her (I don't) but she is smart, pretty etc, and I'm not.
If I was giving someone advice about feeling the same way I would probably say something along the lines of : " You have a kind heart, are a good listener and give great hugs. No you can't have my fucking chocolate "
Work, busy, argument, busy, anxiety, dealing with it....
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