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Mar. 2nd, 2003 09:00 amWell, last week our intrepid hero could be found clearing his desk in preparation of being sent to head office.
Well, I won't be going.
The head of web development has requested my services, so instead of moving back to Birmingham, I'll be moving about 30 foot across the office.
It's ashame, as I was looking forward to not having to get up till 8:30
Was the T-Party last weekend, and despite having a great time at the pre-party on Friday, when Saturday rolled around I spent most of the main event curled up under the sheets ill again.
Things didn't start well. Morph called round but I didn't answer the door, so he tried the handle and it opened. As everywhere was in darkness he had a quick check to make sure the place was secure and then called my cell phone. So there I am, thumping headache, hiding under the covers, with the blinds drawn, total darkness, and my phone rings waking me up. Very groggy I answer it, but to my suprise, not only can I hear Morph on my phone, I can hear him in my other ear. Then he mutters something about 'oh there you are' and hangs up the phone. Freakily, despite him hanging up, I can still hear him talking... Oh no. I'm hearing the voices again, and this time they sound like Morph.. They're bound to try and convince me to do the bad bad things again. Luckily I then realised that Morph wasn't in my head, he was just standing outside the bedroom door yabbering away so I got up and we went to the party.
Yes, skull aching headache, party with loud LOUD music. Hmmmm. Good combination.
I managed to survive until Lin & Leo arrive (keeping myself entertained watching Yvonne. The girl's lovely, but completely mad), but when Lin mentioned I was running a temperature and my eyes were going glassy I decided to keep my party-pooper reputation and bailed.
Yup, 9:30 on a Saturday night, and I'm heading for home... Watch out ladies, the party animal is in town.
Luckily (because it's both embarrasing and skeery) there's no need to go into any further details because Nurse EverDawn has diagnosed everything, and Mrs.Pointy will be coming to collect me soon to take me to the funny-farm.
In other news, I've finally got my home network up and running. After much cursing, all the computers are connected via wireless, and the webserver and database can even see the outside world.
Yay me.
Well, I won't be going.
The head of web development has requested my services, so instead of moving back to Birmingham, I'll be moving about 30 foot across the office.
It's ashame, as I was looking forward to not having to get up till 8:30
Was the T-Party last weekend, and despite having a great time at the pre-party on Friday, when Saturday rolled around I spent most of the main event curled up under the sheets ill again.
Things didn't start well. Morph called round but I didn't answer the door, so he tried the handle and it opened. As everywhere was in darkness he had a quick check to make sure the place was secure and then called my cell phone. So there I am, thumping headache, hiding under the covers, with the blinds drawn, total darkness, and my phone rings waking me up. Very groggy I answer it, but to my suprise, not only can I hear Morph on my phone, I can hear him in my other ear. Then he mutters something about 'oh there you are' and hangs up the phone. Freakily, despite him hanging up, I can still hear him talking... Oh no. I'm hearing the voices again, and this time they sound like Morph.. They're bound to try and convince me to do the bad bad things again. Luckily I then realised that Morph wasn't in my head, he was just standing outside the bedroom door yabbering away so I got up and we went to the party.
Yes, skull aching headache, party with loud LOUD music. Hmmmm. Good combination.
I managed to survive until Lin & Leo arrive (keeping myself entertained watching Yvonne. The girl's lovely, but completely mad), but when Lin mentioned I was running a temperature and my eyes were going glassy I decided to keep my party-pooper reputation and bailed.
Yup, 9:30 on a Saturday night, and I'm heading for home... Watch out ladies, the party animal is in town.
Luckily (because it's both embarrasing and skeery) there's no need to go into any further details because Nurse EverDawn has diagnosed everything, and Mrs.Pointy will be coming to collect me soon to take me to the funny-farm.
In other news, I've finally got my home network up and running. After much cursing, all the computers are connected via wireless, and the webserver and database can even see the outside world.
Yay me.
