I had a very odd dream on Monday night. I was taken hostage by Palestinians and flown out to the middle east. I was being kept in quite good conditions - just locked in a quite spare room, not tied up or anything - but only one of the guys spoke English which was pretty scary. I had to do pantomime when I wanted to go to the loo. The English speaking guy came to see me after a couple of days and bought a computer with him so that I could see the news reports and stuff. He seemed quite nice so I asked if I could update my livejournal from there. He laughed and said that he thought it was a good idea but that I wouldn't be doing anything exciting for a while at this rate. He also promised to bring me some books which was a relief. So there I sat, writing LiveJournal entries, waiting to be set free.
Wait a minute... I think this maybe a metaphor for work after all. Bugger. I've lost interest now! Sadly, I can't remember any of the entries I actually wrote although I do remember that the site was quite famous for a while (in that here today gone tomorrow news kind of way) and I got loads of comments from strange people. Which doesn't happen at work, oh no :)
Wait a minute... I think this maybe a metaphor for work after all. Bugger. I've lost interest now! Sadly, I can't remember any of the entries I actually wrote although I do remember that the site was quite famous for a while (in that here today gone tomorrow news kind of way) and I got loads of comments from strange people. Which doesn't happen at work, oh no :)
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