I'm dead... Angela tells me I'm alive, albeit barely, but I don't believe her. I feel like I haven't slept for at least 4 days which, my diary tells me, is not true, but that's what it feels like.

The reason: having been off sick for a week and then coming back. This coinciding with my colleague/office manager leaving for a two week holiday last Saturday. There were 80! email in my inbox and a pile of papers you wouldn't want to know. Part of my job of last week has been done and partly it hasn't and I have to figure out myself which is which. That's the irritating thing of working at an office... there's always work left for you, even after being sick for a week. Anyway, it took al my energy not to run away screaming AND to actually get some work done, so that's why I am dead now.

Also: please, please, please, dear people who travel by public transport (and especially the bus I take to work): please be considerate to the other travelers. I tell ya why: I hadn't been in the bus for 10 minutes or I got so fucked up. People can be so irritating while they are travelling! That person who made the ticking sound by clicking his fingernail against the bus window...STOP IT! It's irritating! People who talk just too loud in their mobile: please don't do that...it's irritating for your fellow traveller, it really is! And last but not least: the bus driver this morning who was talking in his phone (don't know whether it was hands free or not) and so did the following very irritating things: