But it's 8:20. It seems very strange to be out of bed bright and early, typing at a computer over half an hour before I would normally be awake enough to do so, for the purpose of announcing that I'm ill. You'd have thought I ought to stay in bed until about ten before feeling ready to even bother to call my boss.

Nonetheless, my sleep patterns are disrupted, my brain isn't working straight, I can't type fast or accurately, and if I sit at this computer for about another ten minutes I will end up staring blankly at the screen and doing nothing. Therefore I'm ill. So I'll mail the boss and then go and go ug on the sofa or something :-/

Ho hum. I've made so many mistakes today just trying to do very little that it's a good job I didn't go to work; who knows what I might have found a way to break there!

I nipped briefly into town, because I had a cheque to pay in, because I'd planned to cook an interesting new recipe for dinner for which I didn't have enough spices, and because I wanted to buy some DVDs to flop in front of while I was ill. I got the spices; I left the cheque at home; and although I did get a load of DVDs, I then managed to tear Pirates of the Caribbean to pieces when I got it home!

This was due to the clever new anti-theft device HMV had put on it and forgotten to remove, which looked to me more like a fancy catch on the DVD box, so I tried pretty much everything I could think of to remove it and put just a little too much force into one approach. Crack. One ripped-apart DVD box and probably scratched discs. Fortunately HMV cheerfully admitted on the phone that their staff are rubbish at remembering to take the new locks off (they're so new the staff haven't learned yet), took all the blame for me having shredded Jack Sparrow, and said they'd willingly replace him with a new one.

Then I tried to cook dinner, and discovered that I had massively overcatered; what should have been one panful of stew making three or four portions is currently simmering in the two pans I had to split it between, and I'm unconvinced that I split it evenly (it might, for example, have all the beans in one pan and all the peppers in the other). We'll see what happens.

Meanwhile, I suspect I should avoid moving at all for the rest of the day in case I do anything else gratuitously silly.

… of course, in my last post I missed a golden opportunity to say that I will always remember this as the day I almost watched Jack Sparrow.

Oh well; better late than never.