Chaffhead

Despite having the flu and despite it being my last week here, I have still come to work thus proving that I am indeed a complete chaffhead. No matter. I will take this as a character building exercise. After all, nothing makes for a steely will like writing 50,000 blurbs for a Christmas catalogue with a brain that feels like it's just found out what a sledgehammer is. Oh, the agony. My favourite organ, pounded to bits and then dribbled back into my cranium only to be forced to think Christmasy thoughts. Life can be one painful comic strip.