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klenaThere are none of my fascinating Twitter thoughts today because I dragged myself to work, doubting strongly that I would make it the whole day (I was right) and felt so rough, I didn't even switch on my iPod. Appalling, I know.
Instead I came into work, sweated and shivered my way through half a day (and battling waves of mild, disgruntling nausea) before I asked to go home. My manager, Julie, had already been eyeballing me for two days, asking if I was going to go home.
So I did.
But before I did, I managed to book a few hours off work on the 20th August. Now, I was desperate to be off work all day, but my counterpart is already off and we're the team on Duty for our area, so that was a no-go. However, the end of the day was negotiable.
So I booked it off because I'm going to see Neil Gaiman.
Yes. Neil Gaiman.
At Ely Cathedral in Cambridgeshire. Event details are here
So I am flying out of work at 4, to catch a 4:45 train - changing at 6:06 for the local service to Ely, and will get there at 6:52.
Enough time to walk/skip/run the half mile to the Cathedral and try not to weep.
Because I wasn't sure about how I was going to get home or when the event would end (I've been reading of Neil signing for 4-5 hours recently), I booked a REALLY EARLY train the next morning. I was going to get the first train home at 5:30am but Dave eyeballed me and asked if I planned to sleep at the train station (I was going to, but his face discouraged me.)
So I've booked a room at a guest house that is 6 minutes walk away. If I manage my timing, I should be able to quickly check in before the event starts at 7:30. Here's hoping.
But fuck. FUCK. Getting to see and meet Neil Gaiman. It gives me butterflies. Or maybe that's the nausea kicking back in ;)
Instead I came into work, sweated and shivered my way through half a day (and battling waves of mild, disgruntling nausea) before I asked to go home. My manager, Julie, had already been eyeballing me for two days, asking if I was going to go home.
So I did.
But before I did, I managed to book a few hours off work on the 20th August. Now, I was desperate to be off work all day, but my counterpart is already off and we're the team on Duty for our area, so that was a no-go. However, the end of the day was negotiable.
So I booked it off because I'm going to see Neil Gaiman.
Yes. Neil Gaiman.
At Ely Cathedral in Cambridgeshire. Event details are here
So I am flying out of work at 4, to catch a 4:45 train - changing at 6:06 for the local service to Ely, and will get there at 6:52.
Enough time to walk/skip/run the half mile to the Cathedral and try not to weep.
Because I wasn't sure about how I was going to get home or when the event would end (I've been reading of Neil signing for 4-5 hours recently), I booked a REALLY EARLY train the next morning. I was going to get the first train home at 5:30am but Dave eyeballed me and asked if I planned to sleep at the train station (I was going to, but his face discouraged me.)
So I've booked a room at a guest house that is 6 minutes walk away. If I manage my timing, I should be able to quickly check in before the event starts at 7:30. Here's hoping.
But fuck. FUCK. Getting to see and meet Neil Gaiman. It gives me butterflies. Or maybe that's the nausea kicking back in ;)
Eeeee so much EXCITE
Date: 2013-08-01 05:45 am (UTC)I hope you're not bored with all the forced resting. Do I need to spam geeky links a bit early this week to entertain you?
Re: Eeeee so much EXCITE
Date: 2013-08-01 09:50 pm (UTC)I am not. 12 hours lying in bed yesterday has, funnily enough, exhausted me. I am feeling a lot better, I think it's just a nasty virus going around. Boooooo