Now where are those tsetse flies?

They must be around here somewhere, 'cause I've definitely come down with some sort of sleeping sickness. Of course it could be just that it's hibernation season but even so, this is just ridiculous. Tired ALL the time. And obviously this doesn't mix well with work stress - much narkiness and use of the f-word ensues (some people might say that the phrase 'bite my fucking arse' is inappropriate in an office environment. They may be right, but it was sort of satisfying).
And with my brain running on rather less than half power there's other little things to worry about, like, apparently, unconscious plagiarism. To explain, Ade asked us to sort out a background for a character for a Wild West game (not sure which one, it's not really a background that grabs me but I'll try anything) and post it to the group he set up on yahoo. Tarek insisted on running his by me, which I would have preferred he didn't for exactly the reason that followed. I was only half listening but it was pretty good. Didn't think much more of it, and did mine on Monday night. Took a while - too long for only a couple of paragraphs - but I got there in the end. And then I posted it.
Tarek finally got round to posting his today, and there were some similarities to say the least. Very annoying - that'll teach me to say no when someone asks me if it's ok to run something by me, or at least to actually listen properly so my treacherous little brain doesn't suck up the details and then spit them out later without me knowing where they've come from. And obvously Tarek's going to think I nabbed his ideas. Gah.
It's been a fairly standard January, which is of course, rarely a good thing. I've been trying very hard to see and talk to as few people as possible. Not always an easy thing to do. Especially when I have Tarek... Last week, for example, I saw him on Wednesday night for King Kong (much as I expected - the action on the island was great, the bit in the city was just a massive anticlimax. A flaw in the story rather than in the film though), Thursday night for gaming (Traveller - good fun, but chaotic), Friday he came round (and, in the course of the evening said how he was paranoid that he'd pissed me off because there've been occasions when I haven't answered the phone recently...), I put him off on Saturday night because I didn't want to see anyone, and on Sunday he asked if I fancied doing anything and, because I felt guilty about putting him off on Saturday, I met up with him for lunch.
And it's like that every week. I have to struggle not to see him 3 or 4 days out of 7. Oh my god, doesn't he get sick of the sight of me? We may as well be bloody sleeping together - my landlady already thinks that I'm here 'cause I split up with Kev and had to find somewhere to stay in a hurry (well presumably that's what she meant when she asked me if I'd sorted things out with my ex... I just didn't have the energy to disabuse her of the notion) so she probably wouldn't bat an eyelid if he moved in.
Tonight he called and said he's been worried about me because I've been complaining about tiredness and headaches. All very touching and all, but christ's sake does he have to treat me like I'm going to break? I mean, Jesus.
There are times when I feel like I'm going to suffocate and this is one of them. Obviously, when I don't want to talk, I don't answer the phone, and the next time I see him, he'll say 'I called and you didn't anwer'. Apparently not realising that there are two reasons people don't answer the phone. Firstly, they don't hear it, and secondly, they don't want to. Neither of these reasons are going to be in any way altered by the person calling pointing out each and every time they don't get a bloody answer.

OK. Rant over.Sorry.
And this is the reason that I don't give the name of this journal to anyone in Liverpool.

Birthday on Sunday, so I have people coming round on Saturday. Don't really want to do anything but...
Still, I get to see Cosi, which is a very good thing.