04 September 2003 | 8:30 p.m.,

destiny with Mad S

I had the absoulte most thumping headche all morning. Well all afternoon as well but it wasn't nearly as bad and I was in a better anyway but more on THAT later.

At times I felt like someone was drilling holes in my forehead, or for that matter in the back of my head. Just depended really.. And of course I had used up the last two paracetemol I had in my work bag at the weekend when I had a SLIGHT headache and I'd forgotten to put more in [just going to do that now while I remember..]. I suppose I could just have asked someone for some but a) I kept thinking it had gone away but it just came back again and b) I'm the one everyone else usually asks - altho mostly the chill guys it must be said - so I dunno who else has them..

Anyway I wasn't in the best of humours cos of that and of course my mind started wandering and I was getting all down and fed up which just made my mood worse. Wee Peter kept asking me what was wrong or if I was okay etc cos I wasn't as smiley as usual.

My mum sent me some incomprehensible text message [overdid the abbreviations to the point it was just a load of initials..] which I got and replied to at lunch time. When I switched my phone back on later to see if she had replied I got an unexpected message from someone else. Its amazing how quickly a simple 2 word message ["hi gorgeous" for the record..] can put the smile back on my face.

I was sitting in the canteen typing a reply and Tucks decided to be all "ooooh shes texting her boyfriend" even though he knows fine I don't have one. But apparently I'm just being coy about it. Although according to Shug, I don't have one - I have 4!

He then proceeded to tell me that he is convinced that Mad S is my destiny - not the scary old cat lady thing. I MUCH prefer the latter and believe me, I do NOT like cats at all. Urgh. He just likes wigging me out! He was all "yeah but just think when you're 50 yrs old and there are no single guys..."

"theres none NOW!"

"well there you go then! you should do it now while your young and can enjoy it"

"ahifsihdfndffoiqwjd"

Apparently Shug seemed to think I was crabbit [which i wasn't, I was just being quiet not snappy] because he is off tomorrow and Monday and I'll be left with everything to do myself. He told Gillian that and must have said something to Bin Man cos he kept asking if I would be okay tomorrow and manage on my own and did I want a hand [from him?? haha!!]. I was like "I'll be fine thanks. I did the job on my own for 3 years and what I can't find time for I just won't do.." Its hardly a huge thing.

Ah well, I promised Mezie an email and then I need to get my lunch ready for tomorrow. Urgh. Thats the one thing I really hate about the parentals being away. I hate making sandwiches when really all I can be arsed doing is watching the TV in bed. I know I'm a spoilt brat but my dad usually does it when I've gone to bed. Got to be some advantages from living with the parental unit ;)