I think I might have shingles.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHINGLES ARE, but I think I might have them.
On top of that, I burnt my finger a little.
In the non-illness/injury side of things:
I still haven't heard if I've got that job or not. (Oh limbo, when will you be over?)
But I did hear that I've got an interview for another job next Friday. Incidentally, that means that I get to spend all of Thursday (which just happens to be my birthday) preparing for it.
The good news is that I've spent all afternoon dancing to myself. I haven't danced like a loony in ages. It's brilliant as a stress reliever. Oh bleepy-songs, never stop being so bleepy - but if you want to add more cowbell too, I'm not going to complain.
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