Monday, March 1, 2010

Out Of Flunter

Without actually being ill today I somehow managed to feel not exactly well all day. Not entirely out of sorts, but also far from in sorts. Hardly dis-eased, but not at all at ease. Uneased, I suppose.

Which leaves four days to get through before I can force myself to get up early to clear more marking at the weekend.

This is beginning to sound unhealthily self-pitying, but there's not much else it seems reasonable to be when one feels unhealthy.

3 comments:

Trebuchet said...

O Mr Connor, I begin, employing the vocative. O, I say, stir yourself from the slough of Despond and remember that not every day is like St David's Day as celebrated in some places. :)

Brian Connor said...

I stir, O how I stir. But to little effect.

Trebuchet said...

"I'm trying to think, but nothing happens!" -- Curly, from 'The Three Stooges'.

Heh.