I’m feeling decidedly abandoned lately. Lost and bereft of company, with nary a plan in sight. Of course it doesn’t help that I’ve been ill for the last week, nor that I went back to work far too early (one day out sick was all I could afford to take) so ended up making myself sicker again on the weekend. I won’t go into gory details. I’m still not completely over the lurgy, as today I am experiencing some weird dizzy spells which feel like my brain has become unstuck from it’s pan. Very unsettling.
I also really could have done without the fact that today is Monday, as me and Monday’s don’t get along so well. Bad things happen on Monday. Things like having to get up for work, or having to deal with new people starting, or doing interviews, or LOSING YOUR TOOTHBRUSH. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling since 2 this morning also does not help.
And to top it all off, tomorrow is VD day. However, the Barfly (who is in a quandary over what to get his gf) sent me this little piece of joy:
The annual Lupercali festival of the Romans on February 15 was a perpetuation of the ancient blooding rites of the hunter in which the novice is smeared with the blood of his first kill…
For centuries, the Luperci observed an annual ritual of chasing women through the streets of Roman cities and beating them with leather thongs.
“an annual ritual of chasing women through the streets of Roman cities and beating them with leather thongs.”
I think I saw that on O’Connell street last Saturday night.
Ahem may I also take a moment to refer you to my correspondence, shut in. We can’t help it if you live on a mountain with your dogs and guns. It’s hardly a wonder you caught the bird flu.
Comment by Donal — February 13, 2006 @ 10:19 pm
could be worse. you could be in Texas. Bah, get me a job in Duberlin Town, i’ll test the bleedin software for ya, how hard could it be
Comment by ronan — February 13, 2006 @ 11:56 pm