Being sick, Being at work, and being sick at work.

Whatever plague has been gripping me for the last few weeks has managed to turn particularly nasty, we've all been there, sitting on the toilet at two AM because we don't know if we can get up and stagger back into bed only to have to run back to the porcelain torture throne. I'm lucky, since today i don't have to be at The Book Shop 'till four so i've had most of the day to sit in bed and recover.
By tonight i'll have missed aikido twice in a row, and thats just not on, but since i can barely stagger around at work i'll probably hurt myself more on the tatemi than learn anything, which is the really frustrating part.
Yesterday i had a treat, one of the traveling players formerly a part of the pan pipe group APU was performing near where i work, so i got to listen to him playing in my lunch break. I love the sound, though it makes me feel very nostalgic and not a little sad, seeing this short man wearing bright clothes playing beautiful music in a horrible gray dirty city full of chavs*. He should be home for christmas.
How sad? this sad:

Incidentally, i did enjoy Gears of War, and i'm rather behind the recent slough of game adverts that use rather good if relatively unknown artists to provide backing music.
oh, and you all need to read this:
http://www.thedevilspanties.com/
Its not satanic porn! its feminist, in a sensible way, which is the only sensible thing about it...
just read it a bit, if its your thing, then you'll read it all, if its not, then you don't have'ta 'kay?

Time to go get dosed up and brace myself for another four hours of retail hell.

CURAHEE!

*If you don't know what a chav is, you're lucky. CPS refers to them as 'nominals', that is, people who are normally commiting crimes and getting caught. drug and booze addled lowest denominator idiots who dress like they think harlem gangsters dress, despite being white and about as well armed as pound-land(tm)  kitchen utensils can make them.