Where did I put that black paint?

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Morsla's Lurgy
Cause:	overwork
Symptoms:	regurgitation, stigmata, vague muscle spasms
Cure:	paint a black cross on your front door and wait
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I'm officially sick of being sick, and over being over it - it's time for a change. If this weakness has a weakness, I shall exploit it, and drive this idleness out. I've been able to walk around a bit, today, and started stretching again tonight - what I currently lack in energy reserves, I'm making up for with bloody-minded determination. I don't get sick often, but I do a thorough job when I finally do - luckily, I mend pretty quickly as well.

I caught up with Geo People Of Christmas Past for lunch today, and realised how much I miss seeing those guys around the place. Fortunately, they realised the same thing, and more lunches are on the horizon. The Clyde will be making some money from us, this year - but $5 pot-and-plate meals are a fine excuse to see old friends.

Saw a doctor, and I now have a letter saying that no, I wasn't kidnapped by terrorists - I have in fact been sick (tm). It's nice to know that I haven't been dreaming up the last week... or that part of it, at least. I danced the merry dance of supervisor-notifying and coordinator-placating, and demonstrated that I can (slowly) climb through the bureaucratic hoops even when sick.

Once more, I am tempted by thoughts of a career at the heart of a tangled bureaucracy - deep at its blackened heart, buried within endless layers of paperwork. I could wrangle such a job with my experience - over six years in the ritual known as Hundred Hand Juggling, carefully keeping aloft university administration, union groups, sports associations, martial arts boards, and the ever-present spectre of Centrelink. Sure, the work would be soul-destroying, even as I destroyed the souls of countless others caught in my web. Once establishing myself in a position of influence, though, I could set about my real task - bringing the entire structure down, until nothing but dust remained.

"...I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a centre in you. I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.

Trust me... trust me..."

I think I'd do quite well at a job my heart was with... ;-)