Fever dreams.

• Do I feel lucky?

• And I bet you thought your degree would be worth more than nothing.

• Not Whitby Flu or B-Movie Lurgy, but closely related.

I woke pouring sweat several times last night. The recurring dream was that I was working for the NHS and had to go around to the graves of dead patients to tick off their headstones, or our trust wouldn't be fully funded for their treatment or burial, I'm not sure which. I was cursing myself and my co-workers for having skipped any before, and having to go back to this ridiculously long-winded and tedious task before I would be allowed to sleep properly. This wasn't morbid or sp00ky - it was purely a nightmare of bureaucracy. I do expect better from my fever dreams, thank you. Possibly I have been a sysadmin a bit long. And done too many equipment audits.

We shall not be attending marnameow's New Year party because I have the blasted flu. Again. I suspect a different strain, as it hasn't lasted as long and has new and exciting symptoms. I am unutterably pissed off at not being allowed to go out and be a drunken party girl and snog everyone at midnight and take embarrassing photos. And ali_anarres will be wearing her luscious black velvet cocktail dress, too. Bah. Although I'll be as able to think or form coherent sentences as I would on a partyload of booze, and I have the hangover and churning guts already!

One "please to aid us in arse location" email from work, to which the correct answer was "do nothing." Should I make it in on Friday, I will restrain myself from making a point of coughing on every keyboard in the building, though I'm not entirely sure why.

p.s.: kiillll meeee.