Faux Sick is way better than Real Sick

I got up this morning at 6:05, checked my work email, looked at the weather, and decided "fuck this". I emailed work saying I'm not feeling well, and then promptly went back to bed. I think if I didn't take a day off work soon, I'd go postal. I really REALLY hate my job these day, and I'm a really unpleasant person because of it. I needed a day off for everyone's sake.

So, I got up at 10:30, and now I'm watching CityLine, eating an omelette, drinking a coffee, and chilling in my jamies. There's nothing better. I'm calm, I'm content, and the likelihood of me throwing my computer out the window has been reduced sigificantly since yesterday.

Today is the day of Daphne. Here's how it's going to go.

On my list today:

• go shopping for underwear (new frillies always make me happy)
• go to H&M... and try not to spend too much
• get a coffee from starbucks
• Buy a bouquet of flowers for myself just because
• Buy the new Jann Arden CD
• Take some stuff down to storage - clutter makes me crazy
• Vaccuum - the house is horrid and it makes me angry
• Pick up some groceries, like lettuce and milk
• Bake some bran and pineapple muffins

And when all of that is said and done, I'm going to sit down with a book and read.
And with any luck, the universe will flip upside down and a new job will fall on my lap, and I won't have to kill anyone at work tomorrow.