Songs of innocence and of experience

Feel awful at the moment.
I've left work and come home while I can still drive.

I've had enough, I'm going to bed.
Three or four hours before my usual bedtime and half-way through a Bond film. Blimey.
Will whoever keeps kicking me between my shoulderblades every time I yawn please stop?

At lunchtime I posted to say "I'm not well". Everyone who replied was kind to me except fattyc and deferenz.
Bloody clients, never satisfied. Thank you everyone else.

Oh, it's alright, you two. I know you're only serious.

Goodnight.