The Weekend

Saturday was _great_. Had a lovely long chat with saintmaryuk about life, the universe and everything, and started to feel really relaxed. Yes, the half bottle of wine didn't hurt any either. Then there was more cheese, and more wine, and lots of really nice people at Mary's place. And then it was back to James' to watch the baseball.

But when dawn, with her rosy fingers, peeped through the clouds, I clambered off Jim's sofa and watched football with him, dazzler and hippo22. If only I had realised, at this point, that this was a tactical error. Oh well. Nor did I think that going back to Darren's to play Singstar was a bad idea.

So, by half-nine, I was at haggis's place to watch Torchwood. And I was laughing at something on the screen, when my body suddenly decided that being sat upright was a bad idea. It wanted to lie, basically unmoving, on the floor. So it did, and I went along with it. I cannot thank Emily, Daz, Jen, Emma, Ange and James enough for their help. *HUGS* to all concerned, especially Ange and James who gave me a lift home.

Monday was spent firstly, at the doctor's - "I think it's something mechanical. have these pills" - what? who cyborged me without asking my permission first? - and then in bed, lying flat, drinking apple juice and going ow. This was a disappointment, to say the least.

And today I am at work, on these new pills, and wanting to be back in bed as soon as possible.

Dan