....changed it again, the hamster is Gizmo now...:D

Today I look like shit. I really do look like utter shit. My hair is filthy but 15 more minutes in bed was by far preferable to a shower (sometimes I just really hate getting wet), and I have a scabby cardigan on as I feel so bloated I half expect my stomach to try and float upwards in front of me. I did NOT want to come to work today. I finally arrived about 9.15 - after taking some kind of record to eat a bagel *eternal chew* - to find the door locked and the lights off. "Woohoo, nobody knows I'm late, because they are too!". No, everyone's sick. Am I allowed to go home? No! Apparently, putting a sign on the door and locking it to keep students out will mean I will be wholly undisturbed and in an EXCELLENT position to create a 'statistics report' for the 'HEFCE return'. Uh huh.

Alternatively, I could eat these seashell chocolates I've just found in the fridge, browse bcuk, Facebook and eBay, fart really loudly (as often as I like), take a VERY leisurely lunch hour-and-a-half, and leave early. I also get to listen to Radio 1 ALL DAY! And joy of joys, the Klaxons version of It's Not Over Yet has come on, and goddammit I'm going to spin on my chair to it.