Okay, firstly I just want to say a bit more about this marathon, six hour non-come fest that I participated in, albeit unwittingly, over the weekend. Because, for the last couple of days, and as much as I don’t want it to happen, I can feel myself becoming more distant from GG, less communicative… not as in tune as I was with her. And whilst this change isn’t one that I want, I have a feeling the damage has been done.
S*x has become an issue, and whist it might be something you’d work hard to resolve within the context of an established relationship I’m not sure I want (or expect) to be thinking about this kind of stuff after three dates! I want s*x to be spontaneous, and I want it to be fun. I’m not sure it will be now, and if that really is the case I need to think about what I do next. What a complete sh*t.
To add to my woes, I have to deliver one of the biggest presentations of my life tomorrow and I’m so ill I can barely speak. For this, I should thank O, my daughter. She’s had a nasty cough and cold for the last few days, and finally I’ve succumbed. So, I need to decide, when I get up tomorrow, one of two strategies:
1) Don’t take anything, cough and sneeze my way through the presentation, but be reasonably aware of what’s going on around me. (That’ll definitely piss them off though.) Or
2) Drug myself up to the eyeballs so that I don’t give them the impression that I’m filling the room with nasty little germs, and risk staring at them blankly every time I’m asked a searching question. (Which will also piss them off.)
Whilst I don’t want to come across as a whinger, I CAN’T F*CKING BELIEVE THIS HAS HAPPENED. AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!
Anyway, today I decided to tell my brother, who was at football with me tonight (yes, I know I shouldn’t have gone) about my blog, and he promised to pay it a visit. I’ve only ever told one other person I know that this site exists (she does pop in quite regularly, too), and now I await his first comments with interest. Although, of course, he might not comment. (I did tell him not to bullsh*t me, though, as I can track my visitors. So if he forgets about our conversation and then tries to bluff when interrogated, I’ll know immediately.)
Right, that’s it for tonight, as I’m really feeling like cr*p. I am more than aware that I’ve failed to live up to my usual standards but, frankly, it’s not bad considering how ill I am. Do you have man-flu in the States, by the way?