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Today I called in dead sick to work because I was, well, sick. Until late afternoon anyway, by which point I'd slept it off and was starting to feel a little foolish over the whole crying-on-the-phone-to-my-assistant-manager thing. Yeah, I really hate being ill.

However all is now fine, clearly demonstrated by my idle plans of perhaps shopping tomorrow. I've clearly been working too long because I'm all twitching over the idea of doing nothing for the third day in a row. Would've liked to hit the sales properly Saturday, pick up some new DCs since Waterstone's has worn my old ones out but no, the parentals are going to help the brother. For the third Saturday in a row. Seriously, new DCs cannot be bought if I have no transport to shops. This makes me bitter.

*sulks*

Also, nowhere is reducing series three of BSG in the sales and plus, I just realised last night that I could've bought the first three seasons and the mini-series for the price they're charging just for the third alone, by buying the combined box set to start with. It would've be helpful to realise this before I went and bought the first two seasons already. We are not amused.

However, fellow temp told me through my self-pitying wailing when I called in this morning that she'd put aside an illustrated Life of Pi for me, because they're only £4.99 instead of £25 right now. AM awesome pleased, or will be when I have that and my collected hardback of Winnie the Pooh in hand. Which I could have if I get my ass in gear to go shopping tomorrow. That would probably mean sleeping should happen soon.

Marc Warren looked a little like his age in Ballet Shoes tonight. Sadness. :(