So this morning started off rather strangely. Jamie went to bed with no pants on, which is very similar to changing the shop sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’. However I was fairly knackered and had drunk my own body weight in lager. So this morning I woke up and let the dog out for a pee and went back to bed. Jamie was on a late shift so started getting amorous. Now there are two side effects I get from Fluoxetine, the first is Serotonin Syndrome, which I had yesterday and now appears to have past (there is no longer a time delay between me moving by head and my brain knowing about it) and the other one is a minor sexual dysfunction. Now were not talking about the one where nothing happens, Mr floppy turned into Mr 20ft scaffolding pole (I do boast) in a couple of minutes. So after the foreplay we went at it. Now I was pumping away with more gusto than Arnie Schwarzenegger in a weight room. But thanks to the effects of the drugs my journey to orgasm didn’t need a stopwatch to time it, it needed a calendar. So I looked upwards and saw the Tom Daley calendar, nope. Then I closed my eyes and thought of Taylor Lautner, all rippling six pack, slowly turning into a werewolf…hmmm…then opened my eyes in shock to see a wolf by the side of me, momentarily I thought my luck was in, until I realised it was the dog. Eventually I got there and all was good with the world. I had breakfast.

Jamie went off to work, I walked the dog and called in the vet for her worming tablets. I did ask if one day she would turn into a rippling six-packed stud, they looked at me strangely and pointed out I needed to give the worming tablets to the dog and not take them myself.

I went shopping and bought some shoes, you can never have enough shoes.

Pizza dough is in the bread maker, I’ll try not to fuck it up this time.

DIY day tomorrow. Oh, I also installed Dropbox on the Ubuntu server, I’ll no doubt rattle on about that a bit next week.

Started this morning sorted a couple of wobble issues out. Then back to the exciting world of inventory data base work. Just ploughed on with it, got pretty much everything done that I had planned, so can’t complain.

Walked the dog. Ate a Turkey sandwich. (They didn’t have any chicken slices this week.)

Been feeling very very floaty all day. Almost stoned, like you’ve drank 300 cups of coffee. I’ve had about six, but I have a pretty high tolerance to it now. It’s been a week on the pills now so suffering from a bit of ‘Serotonin syndrome’, don’t Google it or you’ll be on eBay next looking for a nice black dress. It’s just a bit of a chemical in-balance in the brain. Your head feels just slightly disconnected from your body, almost as if there is a slight time delay. It passes, but is quite an amusing side effect. I’ll have a glass of wine, that’ll settle it down a bit.

So back to doing dull work most of the day. Just cracked on, it kept me pretty busy and it wasn’t exactly taxing. Just required an awful lot of typing.

Walked the dog, weather wasn’t bad for once. More work. Then off to Body Combat. To my surprise there was quite a nubile blonde young chap joining the class for the first time. He stood next to me right at the front and was bloody useless. Mind you I’ve been doing combat longer than he probably has had pubic hair. Needs more weights work, no definition, no coordination and was unable to string a combo of more than one move together without fucking it up royally. Mind you it gave great amusement to the bulk of class, which mainly consists of overweight housewives. Still he had nice hair, hope he comes again and the ‘ladies who do lunch’ brigade didn’t scare him off.

Came back and did more work. Ate salad.