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Weekend of wailments


Training session with the nitaidai naginata girls followed by BBQ at the kenshikan with a whole lot of drunken japanese kendoka. Doesn't get nay better than this.


Training, complete with heart palpitations! No armor for me. Followed up by the arrival of japanese kendo boys who promptly stripped and began getting dressed in hakama and gi. Okay, it *does* get better.

Went to work. Oh look! My chemostat is probably completely fshinkerd! Woe is me. Jye buys me passion pop and cherry brandy to cheer me up.

Begin to get sick with sore throat (hint - soon to become a running theme).


Wake up sick with cold. Bleaaaagh.

Go to roleplaying session. Still sick with cold. Bleeeagh.

Get home. Am sick with cold. Bleeeeeeaaaaggh.

Try to sleep. Can't quite manage it, due to cold sickness.


Am sick. Want to stay in bed. Need to get the doom of telling my supervisors about my potentially completely fucked chemostat out of the way... rising...

Arrive at work to confirm that chemostat is still fuckted, and is likely to remain so. Also come to the realisation that the supervisor I need to talk to about this is yey verily not in today. Big fat "fuck you" to the world.

Want to be in bed. Not going to happen. Sigh.

Only possible bright side - phone-sex worker voice.


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Mar. 14th, 2004 06:34 pm (UTC)
Only if you want to cause me the grat pain of talking, you mean person. :P
Mar. 15th, 2004 10:38 am (UTC)
haven't we already spoken about this...?
I said last time...
Please, don't do that.
You are not helping.
Mar. 15th, 2004 01:53 pm (UTC)
Re: haven't we already spoken about this...?
What? What did I do? (Spoken in a speak-easy whiskey-hoarse voice)
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