Oh God, it's a disaster...

[panik]

I tell you. An absolute, bloody disaster.

I'm supposed to be working. I have a book to write, I have a major long chapter all planned out and ready to get on with.But...

I was supposed to go to acupuncture this morning - never made it (again) because Mark, my beloved, has (we think) accidentally ingested a tiny quantity of washing powder. O:!!!! He was really ill last night; terrible stomach pains and diarrhoea. I wanted him to go to A&E but he wouldn't. This morning, he's a lot better, but he still has a sore stomach and loose bowels and is not really over it. My nerves are in shreds, I tell you.

But by ten O clockish, he seemed more or less OK, and is laying on the bed as I write, eating crisps and watching The House Detectives, so, thinking this was a great opportunity to finish this chapter, I powered up the laptop up, fully intending to work and I find -  LJ is FULL of new fic, and interesting discussions and meta, and The Eighth Doctor and Fitz..
and I HAVE to tear myself away and GET ON WITH SOME WORK; but how...?

Please. Help. Help me resist the temptations, for they are many.

Comments

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

God, that's scary - so small an amount to cause such a violent reaction. Hope the poor man is feeling ok now - if he's getting junk food down, that's got to be a good sign *g*.

And I'm no help with your temptation issues either - I've just blown a raspberry at the whole work concept and started my weekend early...::bounces:: I'm not a good influence *hg*

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

I've just blown a raspberry at the whole work concept and started my weekend early...::bounces:: I'm not a good influence *hg*
Oh yeah, go YOU! ::waves fist in a vague, slightly embarassed, English sort of a way::

I just finished my chapter; adventures in the smoke-stack town of Mayari, where my mate, Maria, got so bitten by mozzies that her shirt stuck to her back with blood, where the bus station was full of (literal) wankers and an attempt was made to entice me into the porn industry. ::smiles in fond remembrance::

::snigger::

But now, I must venture into the rain to post a letter, have more tea and tackle Carthage.

I hope you're having a lovely, restful day, my Gorgeous Gastropod.

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

where my mate, Maria, got so bitten by mozzies that her shirt stuck to her back with blood, where the bus station was full of (literal) wankers and an attempt was made to entice me into the porn industry. ::smiles in fond remembrance::

LOL - see - I just knew you were a woman who lives life to the full!

But now, I must venture into the rain to post a letter, have more tea and tackle Carthage.

Carthage? ::Snail perks up:: More? Soon?? Wheedle wheedle *g*

I hope you're having a lovely, restful day, my Gorgeous Gastropod.

Aw - you say the sweetest things ::blushes and blows kisses:: I'm being utterly idle, thanks. *HG*