His Corner of the World

Still feel like shite.

At least now I know who to blame.

Women.

One drugs me, one poisons me, one punches me. And evidently Susan has moved on beautifully. Can't tell you what that does for my self esteem. Can't really blame her, though.

Damn. Still have to go see Pansy. Wonder what the hell she'll do to me?

Need to make more male friends. Preferably ones that don't lurk in my office and hit me. May wander over to Cormac's office, although brandy sounds nauseating right now. And he'd poke fun at me mercilessly. Speaking of, wonder what Terry Boot has been up to? Haven't heard from him in months. He'd get a good laugh out of all this. They both would. Bastards.

Have piles and piles of work that have built up over the last two weeks. Did I do anything over the past fortnight?

And there's Cormac's voice in my head saying, "Yeah, mate, you did a redhead."

Think may vomit again. Hope she rots.


P.S. Need new secretary. Damn it. Asking for references this time. And will get my own fucking tea.