Maybe it's brain cancer and then I'll die

My cat just came in my room and investigated the spot where she woke me by eating a rat's head at 1am this morning. I dumped the rat in a bag in the kitchen bin, kicked the cat out of my room and went back to bed. Nearly twenty-four hours later, you would think she would know it's not there anymore.

Miserable day today: I still have a headache, my eyes still hurt, still really tired and my shoulders have started aching. Also, lunch with a friend turned into lunch listening to said friend rant about how angry he is with his life and it actually sounded like things were starting to go right for him a bit. He is often entertaining like this, but today I just couldn't deal.

One more day of work, lunch with ComradeMojo and (hopefully) skipping off work early to see Dad, since he's here. Then the weekend, and I can sleep as much as I need.

Oooh, I can take more panadol now.

I seriously felt like crying in the work bathrooms at 4.00pm today, which is both hilarious and sad. I didn't though - read the work things on how to manage swine flu and crossed off how many on the list of symptoms that I fitted.