SNEEZING

I've started sneezing.

I think I'm getting sick.

I also think this is psychosomatic.

Why? Because I have to work tomorrow. And it's Christmas Eve. So you *know* that there's no way on God's green earth that I can call in sick tomorrow, because nobody will believe me.

Somehow my body knows this, and the realisation that I cannot, under any circumstances, be ill tomorrow, has made my body cave in to the pressure.

On the way in to work this morning, I was conscious of just how perfect my life is right now. It's really beautiful. I mean, if I were to write out everything I want in life, almost everything on that list would be things I currently have.

I live in London, and I make enough money to buy things sometimes and help my family sometimes. I stopped for a cup of coffee, and there wasn't anything I would have to sacrifice in order to have it.

I have *wonderful* friends. Really beautiful, amazing, talented, kind, and wonderful friends. I have a family who loves me, and who I love.

I'm really busy, but in a few weeks, I'll be able to take some time and go to someplace in Europe where I've never been before.

I can speak enough French not to feel self-conscious in countries where that is the native language.

And I am looking forward to having some time to work with my keyboard and editing software again.