Toast and tea and squirrel-hate.

So yesterday I stayed home, sick as a click. Somehow though, I managed to do 4 loads of laundry, make curry(that kinda sucked) and wash the dishes. I had to rest every 5 minutes but I had all day to do it. Oh by the way, hang on a sec-
I CURSE YOU SQUIRREL! I CURSE YOU! YOU! RODENT! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!

Damn squirrel in the ceiling.

So anyway, I did go to work today but by lunch decided to blow that scene. Still too sick. Felt my chest being compressed by the clamp of illness and my ears burning from the inside out so, off I went. Now I'm home and it's freezing. Just like in the olden days. I could make a fire but instead, I'm listening to all my Smiths 12" singles and pretending I'm British. You know-cup of tea, some toast, damp cold turning you into a consupmtive, that sort of thing.

Sigh.

I'm going to catch that squirrel with my bare hands and wring it's rat-in-disguise little neck. That is all.