Tired and Emotional
I had a full ten days off work, ten days in which to catch up with friends, go and see the newest and most cutting edge of the Irish music scene, drink my body-weight in Guinness, walk the legs off all the dogs available, play with my newest nephew, bound around the place like a lady with five legs and generally have a ball of a time in Dublin over Christmas, and instead I spent the full holiday period coughing up my lungs, feeling like complete shit and, as this photo testifies, looking very distinctly yellow.
I am, in short, fucking pissed off that I didn't get to enjoy my Christmas. I'm only starting to feel half human today, and there's absolutely no point in that, because I went back to work today.
I am planning to try Christmas all over again, this time around March, when there's less flu to be had.