Miss Temple, take a letter...

Dear Sudafed Capsule,

Please tell me why you seem to work so much more effectively when purchased and comsumed on the opposite side of the Atlantic? Your American counterpart got me through an entire BFO show with barely a sniffle in the midst of one of the most streamingly horrendous colds I've ever experienced, while you, its British counterpart, have only ever served just to make me sneeze.

WTF is that about?

Yours gooily,

LT

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Somehow I don't think I'm going to get all the way to Leicester today... Less so because I'm still goopy, and more because... for once, I just can't be fucked. I also have some bits I need to get done in town here today instead and as that is substantially less far to go I'll take care of local business and think about heading to the city maybe sometimes during the week.

So again this morning I wake up feeling... eh, ok. Less goey than when I went to bed last night, certainly. Still slightly dribbly but thought is clearer and that's always a good sign. Though I did wake up with the world's most repulsive cough. Mmm, salty. *makes pukey faces*

So I'm gonna' go hit the bookstores and see what I can see locally before hitting Waterstones in the city, and I have to go to Dunnelm and buy some new sheets because I've been procrastinating for like 3 years already... Woolies for a picture frame, and if my ears would stop popping that'd be great, thanks...

Oh and I neet to get dry and get dressed cause wandering round in a towel would be kinda' chilly at this time of year.

You what? I said... You've not seen my house, mate.

So anyway... went to town. I got the replacement sheets for my room, I got sheets for the Burton Room because it didn't have any and, while the bed may be acting as a sofa, it still looks better when covered with something. I picked up some bits and pieces I need to mail out and I also got some new notebooks for my desk scribblings. Little notebooks... always handy. I also got a replacement notebook for my longhand fic ideas too. That's slightly larger.
I take them to the checkout and the girl there is the girl who's almost always there when I go to the Big W Woolies. In a staff that big, (it's like Target but shorter) I always seem to end up at her till. So she sorta' knows me by sight now. Anyway, she looks at the notebooks and she says "Wow... you're SO organised."
I can't help it, I laugh (which then induces coughing) and she's like "What?"
I said "You know... you're probably the only person on the planet who'd ever class me as organised."
You know... there's a reason I guy so many notebooks. It's cause if I don't write stuff down, it's GONE.

Oh, I also picked up a comic relief shirt cause I'm running out of clothes and don't want to do laundry.

Actually that's not true, I have a whole basket of clean stuf in the living room but that's downstairs and for some reason I've not seen fit to bring it upstairs to where it actually needs to be.

*sigh*

See, organisation never was my strong suit.

*makes note* Bring goddamn laundry upstairs...

So... I've completely knackered myself in just 2 hours. That's really not so great. But it's still better than yesterday.