I have felt better

Jesus fuck.

Just as I finished work last night, I started feeling nauseous.

I then spent the whole night getting up to go to the bathroom and feeling like I needed to be sick the whole time.

Both seem to have settled down a little bit this morning, and I've raided my medicine supply... The nausea gave way to a headache (and body-wide) ache like a hangover, which flummoxed me for a minute before I realised I've lost salts and fluids, so I'm dehydrated. There's something mortally unfair about hangover symptoms without an appropriate drinking session to blame them on - I've drank LESS last week, as work's fairly harsh at the moment.

Feeling very, very slightly more human now and thanking my absolute lucky stars that Corben's so easy to get along with. If he has some nibbles and some kids TV, he's content for long enough that I can get a much needed extra bit of nap-time. Poor little bugger, I'm no good company this morning, but thank fuck he's not a screecher, I think I'd die.

He seems to be checking up on me every half hour or so, lifting the pillow off my head, smiling at me, then plopping it back down so I can kip. And he's only used my genitals as a climbing frame once so far. I was too tired to reap vengeance, so he lives another day.

I don't believe in them in the least, but if you have magical hippy vibe mind-powers, focus your crystal orb on my coordinates and await further instructions.

Ugh. If I worked for a normal company, I'd take a couple of days off, but as it is, I'm behind with work, so that just means a few days of feeling like shite AND working overtime.

killll meeeeee

This is the newwwwwws

If you haven't encountered it yet, today's trending story is about the Guardian being gagged from reporting on a question being asked in the commons. This is a pretty huge deal and step back for transparency of government - apparently, us peasants shouldn't be allowed to know what's going on in parliament, at the hands of our elected representatives.

Anyhooz, after the Guardian published their necessarily cryptic article about how they'd been gagged, numerous investigative types dug into the story and discovered that it pertains to law firm Carter-Ruck and multi-national Trafigura being condemned for illegal waste dumping in a confidential report.

Guido Fawes has more here, and the Spectator seems to be the first larger site to publish and be damned, here.

It's currently exploding to fuck all over twitter, with top hashtags currently being Trafigura and Carter-Ruck.

Up yours, big business. The internets doesn't facilitate genies being put back in bottles.

x-mini II

That X-Mini II speaker I love to bits is down to £13.79 with postage from Play.com, kids.

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eBay: ONE MILLION PIES.

For the northerner with a birthday.