I should have known today would be a bad day. I had to go to bed early last night because I was just so tired from the shock of having go get up early (I'm so glad there's only one day left this week - all weeks should be four days long). This morning I woke up after a bad dream. There was something at the end where I was abandoned my by friends and suddenly went from a busy street in the light to a quiet one in the dark which had no streetlights at the end, which scared me no end. I hoped to go back to sleep and have a nicer dream but my alarm went off an minute later.

Then when I got to work I felt ill - I must have had a bit too much lactolite (low-lactose) milk with my Coco Pops. So I spent my first hour at work doing not much apart from trying to take my mind off it and not throw up. I haven't really got the cotton wool out of my head the rest of the day.

I have to watch Three Men in a Boat (or Bota as dad's email put it, his typing being crap) because they are passing through Wallingford tonight. I didn't watch the previous one because I haven't read the book (I'm sure I've tried though) and I'll just end up feeling guilty about it. I think my dad has tried to get me to read it, but my sister did instead, so they have conversations about it, in which I have no idea what they're on about.

Mind you, me and dad had a whole conversation about the laptops on Atlantis (they're like mine) and the tablet PCs (he has one) and the computers on Stargate they use as TVs. My mum and sister thought we were mad. Possibly they're not wrong.

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