Back at work

Struggled out from underneath the email. Tried to make a slight dent in the author checks. failed, but at least got some done. Had a couple of people poking me to see if I'd fall over, but Tim said at least I didn't look like the shroud was waiting round the corner anymore. (Apparently I was slurring my words and swaying as well as looking like death warmed over on thursday) Tired due to staring at computer screen and concentrating all day. Going to read fic. Yis.

Also, spent part of today listening to some mp3s someone recorded off t'telly of John in Sound of Musicals. It got to 'I am what I am' and I suddenly remembered my glee and comments to mum on saturday : 'The orchestra can't keep up with him!' However, SoM reminded me of something else : How much I hate 'Tale as old as Time' sung as a duet. Peabo Bryson's voice is over-egged, and it was Celine Dion's first englsh-language song. Carrie Grant, you have *no taste* in liking that version.

Poking mail

Two Blood Donation begging letters here :

One from the time I tried to donate at Sky business park, couldn't due to arsing up of paperwork at the time, and they still send me letters for that region. It was years ago, too. You'd think they'd notice all my blood giving is in Tilehurst. Other letter is from there, whining 'why haven't you given recently?'

I give blood. I like giving blood, I give it religiously, to the point I feel guilt pangs at any point when I contemplate getting that longed-for fourth tattoo. (I've wanted tattoos since I was a child, and would like something that had thought and design put into it, unlike my other three, which were a matter of stumbling into the tattoo shop and going '.... that one'.) However, I'm sitting here feeling petty and vindictive, going 'well, the last two times I tried, you wouldn't let me!' First, dentist, which is admittedly reasonable due to blood getting shed when teeth cleaned, but second, they were turning people away at the door. I couldn't get in to even give details.

Other stuff, shed a couple of people and groups from flist i hadn't actually consciously done anything more than skim recently. Then looked at the people out there who've friended me who I don't know, went to look at their journals, and couldn't figure out for the life of me why they had. I blather, haven't produced fic in a while, I couldn't even see any common interests. And went 'o-kaaaaay....'