kangeiko

Today: still sick with the bastard flu.

Tomorrow: solid 14 hours of accountancy revision.

Tuesday: final accountancy exam. Then Arabic revision in the evening.

Wednesday: solid 10 hours of writing a report for work. Then Arabic revision in the evening.

Thursday: Hand in report, draft guidelines for budgeting for 19 offices. Then Arabic exam in the evening.

Friday: post guidelines for budgeting to offices. Then HIV prevention training. Then train to Edinburgh. Draft

yuletide story on train. Then drinks with bride-and groom-to-be in the evening.

Saturday: best mate's wedding. In December. In fucking Edinburgh. In -1million F weather. With possibility of icicles where I once had toes.

Sunday: finish drafting

yuletide story. Then train back to London. Reattach toes. Back to work on Monday.

Did I mention that I have the bastard fucking flu? Not a cold, not the sniffles, fucking influenza. I am upright by sheer fucking willpower. Whatever it was that I did to whoever it is up there, I'm sorry. Please to be applying brakes soon, y/y?

*is hanging on by a thread*