I spent the last 10 minutes of work yesterday crying.

And then the hour after I knocked off.

I've had bad days before, but I've never had one where it reduced me to tears.

We don't have any water. Ok, so we do. But it's turned off at the main cos the tap on the washing machine won't turn off. Means I'd better not need to go to the toilet in the middle of the night cos that's going to involve me going outside to turn the main on, going to the toilet, and then outside to turn the main off. And we can't get it fixed til ( Read more... )

I don't like being in spoilt brat mode. Just cos things aren't going my way. But fucking hell, I wish he'd told me earlier. Like, BEFORE 7:30pm when I'm settled in for the night and reading my book wearing Alan's trackies. And maybe even a definite answer, not just "might be".

"cars! fuck off! I need to cross the damn road!!"

*sees tiny little break and legs it in a move that was rather dangerous and probably half illegal*

"FUCK! FEDS!!!!"

This weekend I learnt that dreams can come true!

I can't believe this. It's too good to be true. But maybe some things are good enough to be true. But at the same time, the fact that it's imperfect makes me wonder that it CAN be true.

I don't know if I'm crying because I'm so happy, or because the imperfections are so Murphy's damn law.

I'm shocked myself at how stressed I currently am. I feel like I have no control over my own life. I'm getting tension headaches despite the amount of water I am drinking (I think this is also due to my lack of a decent bed which I am going to rectify as soon as I can figure out how to fit a queen-sized bed into my little room.) Work is stressing ( Read more... )

There is so much I can say about work right now and I'm not sure how to bring it all down into one little coherent entry. So I'm not even going to try ( Read more... )

Whenever I walk home on warm days, I always have a strong urge to go to the pub for a beer.

Always.

I'm feeling quite alone.

The last few days I have often felt like crying, but I have held it in because I'm trying to be brave and not stupid.

And now I'm just sitting here crying to a computer screen.