Sleepy. So very, very sleepy.

I think this is going to be the first evening of me giving up my usual yomp. My head aches and my face is filled with yick and encased in metal clamps. Or at least that's how it feels.

Work was a bugger today. Too hungy, too humid and too much of my work relying on other people- and what isn't looks as if I've somehow entirely forgotten its existance for a week so it's all piled up insanely. Worked late, falling asleep over the photocopier, preparing for tomorrow when we have NINETY SIX coming for induction. *sobs*

What's probably made me worse is that I failed to get onto pottermore. On Sunday I had no chance as was out and at church and no where near a computer. Yesterday was the first time I saw the questions and realised there was no way I could answer without the book to hand. So today I brought in my dog-eared copy of PoA and when the question came up had the answer as soon as possible.

I went to the link and all the website had said was to 'find the magic quill' I couldn't see one. So I spent ages squinting all over the article looking for something elusive. Then realised that the draconian IT blockers had banjaxed the page.

I logged on via my mobile and found the GIANT PURPLE SQUARE but by the time I'd done all that the damn thing was closed. RARGH *weeps*.

Tomorrow I will be taking GoF to work and come hell or high water I'm going to make this bloody website work for me!


Or else!