Day 1 of 1

Dear Diary, 

Today marks what has officially become the most tiring day of my life. 

Anything and everything that could have happened, did. I'm talking; accidentally snoozed my alarm four times before waking up; coffee machine deciding today would finally be the day it kicked the bucket; and to top it all off, managed to trip and reopen my stitches on the way to work. Remind me to talk to Colin and ask him again why in God's name he thought it'd be a good idea to take me rock climbing, on a real bloody cliff. Only had time to wind a cloth bandage on my arm before leaving. 

But that wasn't the worst thing, oh no, not by a long shot. 

So, at the end of my TWO HOUR LONG commute (not at the beginning mind you, but right before my stop (some people have all the luck)), some guy decides to expel, what I can only assume was the result of copious amounts of alcohol on the weekend, all over me and the poor school kid next to me. 

Oh god it was chaos. 

The kid was crying, I was screaming and the rest of the carriage was trying to move as far away from us as they could. Felt sorry for the poor guy really, could not stop apologising. Even offered us money. Come to think of it, he really didn't look all that great. Poor bloke. 

So I get off at the next stop, leaving the kid in the hands of a couple of furious old ladies dabbing him vigorously with tissues. Now, I was soaked. I'm surprised the guy didn't deflate in front of us from the amount of bodily fluids covering me (not to be indelicate). Thank goodness there's a Target right next to work because I ended up having to buy a whole new outfit (should have taken his money...). 

Even the bandage was soaked through. Grabbed another from the first aid kit. Will have to call the doctor soon, get it sewn back up. 

Now I'm a patient woman usually, but when someone asked me for the 40 000th time what the smell was (I tried, I really did, but there's only so much you can do with a sink and cheap soap), I snapped. Poor Sarah, she didn't deserve that. 

However, it's really not good to hold bad moods. Since then I've had this splitting headache that has just not gone away. 

I think the heater's on the fritz again, unfortunately. One minute I'm freezing, the next, sweating like a pig. Took a couple of Panadols for the head just now so hopefully that will ease up. 

In bed now and it's getting to be a real effort to write this down. 

Tiredness is reaching my bones. Can't get up to get dinner but don't think stomach would like that

Need to call doc in morning about arm

Got to turn light off

too bright

Night xx