I never did get the hang of Mondays either

Throat is misbehaving again. It keeps going horribly sore and croaky, then getting better, then coming right back a couple of days later. Either this is a very persistent bug, or several very small bugs in a row, or I have swallowed a yoyo without noticing.

I am torn between throwing yet more throat sweets and orange juice at it, and threatening it with sharp and spikey crisps until it behaves. (I am well aware of which of these is the most sensible option, but am in vengeful mood as this has gone on for far too long, and I don't take kindly to bits of my body messing me around like this.)

All of this is making work an even less delightful prospect than usual. One of our refugees has temporarily escaped Northampton and is regaling us all with horror stories. It's all very entertaining in a last dance on the Titanic kind of way.

On the plus side, I have discovered a new hair colour. Okay, not an entirely new hair colour, as it is red. However, it is a very slightly different red to my normal one, and therefore new and exciting. (I am a designer. I am allowed to get very excited about miniscule changes in tone. I'm ill. Be nice to me.)

Today's meme thing will have to wait until this evening when my body is being better behaved.

(Or dead)

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I am fighting an ever-increasing level of lurgy, so doubt I'll be able to do this justice... but given the topic I probably couldn't do it justice on my best day, so that's kind of okay.

Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
He comes from deepest darkest Lowesoft.

He's a web designer that got dragged into web dev and has been fighting ever since to get out.

He's way more of a girl about his hair than I am. (And I would kill for his eyelashes.)

He's a long-serving DJ for Gridstream Productions and a total World of Warcraft addict.

He's not as shy as he convinces himself he is, and one day he'll realise that.

He has a wonderfully evil sense of humour. (And loves incredibly bad puns.)

He's managed to share a house with me for eight years without going insane or killing me.

He's unbelievably patient when it comes to my never-ending demands for cups of tea, and 3am drunken demands to be driven to Scotland.

He understands exactly what I mean when I say 'monkey'.

He's one of the kindest people I know, and has the best hugs.

He owns a ridiculous number of Optimus Primes.

He saves me when I'm being stressed, or scared, or stupid.

He's my all-purpose housemate, semi-incestuous brother-by-another-father-and-mother, and best friend. And that last one is by far the most important.

Topic list is here

(I'll probably think of a whole load of better things I could/should/would have out tomorrow, but that would be cheating. So now I'm going to go and fall over.)