Bleh; illness

Didn't eat much today, not least because I only woke up just before 1pm. The best word to describe how I felt today is undoubtedly "Bleh". I then went almost immediately to the computer, read all of my blogroll in half an hour, then steeled myself to begin catching up with alt.fan.pratchett (not having read it since the 24th of March, except a few conversations on Google).

I read about 1000 of the 2640 messages that were unread, skipping some of the threads that I'd read on Google or that were uninteresting to me or that were too intellectual for me in my blehness to focus on. Someone posted (either yesterday or the day before) that Terry Pratchett was going to be on BBC2's The Big Read last night, talking about his favourite book (probably Roy Lewis' The Evolution Man, which I also must read). Hmph. I sat through 80 minutes of that dross (although I probably would have minded it more if I'd been awake enough to notice) and he didn't appear. Hmph. No one nominated any of his books, either. The good thing about that program, though, is that they played about 10-15 seconds of The Godfather theme (should that be "of the The Godfather theme"?) The annoying thing now is that I can't remember it, my mind is just coming up with the LOTR soundtrack. Duuh duuuuh... duh da da da di dahhh... Before that it was She Is Dead from the soundtrack of Leon. Which was slightly better, because I can remember more than eight notes from She Is Dead.

I also ordered Family Bites today (yay!) along with the new Discworld Companion, because Amazon were doing a Perfect Partner thing with the two books. More books to read...

Partly due to spending about four/five hours on the internet/Usenet straight from when I got up, I've been in a bit of a daze today. Non-thinking. However, I couldn't have been that non-thinking, because I managed to watch (and follow) an hour and a half of The West Wing, which I'd been avoiding all week because I thought I was too tired to watch it.

I seem to have unintentionally booked up most of next week: Tuesday is when I'm having my hair cut and coloured (I finally phoned up for an appointment -somehow I got a 10am appointment. Gah. I can but hope that they'll take less than four hours, unlike the last lot I went to); Wednesday is when I'm having my job interview in Farnborough; the time's been changed from 5pm to 3pm, which is a Good Step. This means that Tuesday is also when I'm doing lots of research and preparation for my interview. Thursday is when I'm going to a friend's house to watch Ep II: Attack Of The Clones, which is why I had to sit through The Phantom Menace yesterday. Still, at least it's over now, and I won't have to watch it again :) And Friday I'm going round to visit another friend, to "do something".

All of the above depending on me not being really ill. If it's just how I am at the moment (fuzzy head, bleh, blurry eyes, tired, blocked nose, soreish throat, coughing a bit, sneezing) I should be alright.

And now, I'm really really tired, despite the earliness of the hour, so I'm going to bed. But first I must point you towards the Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld, which... actually, I'm not going to explain it. Just rest assured that it's pure brilliance.