I'm An Eejit
The last week has been a bit trying.
The high point was definitely Friday night/Saturday, spent at ice_Elf's house. We watched Paul (while eating delicious takeaway pizza), had a full tub of Ben & Jerry's, wrote lots of fic (which was like getting blood from a stone at times, but always fun), went for a lovely walk up to the Lower Barn at Rivington for lunch, discussed doggies and summer plans and generally had a rally great time. :D
Other than that, though, it's been pretty awful. My Uncle John's funeral was last Wednesday (on the same day as Auntie Gladys's funeral). Auntie Kathleen's was yesterday.
Today, I went into work and was told, "Oh, the girl you've been replacing is coming back in today, but don't worry, we're not going to drop you like a hit brick. Just keep doing what you're doing." ... So now I have no idea what's going on with the job. I might be let go after this week, they might keep me on next week - I just don't know. Which is frustrating.
And then, on the way home, I hit queue after queue after queue ... and a man tried to run diagonally across some traffic lights just as the ones in front of me went green, and I almost ran him over because I was trying to avoid the cyclist who was in front of/next to me. Then someone else pulled out right in front of me and made me slam my brakes on. So the drive home was horrendous. I got in, and Mum was out, so I went straight into the dining room, grabbed the white rum, poured myself a really sodding generous measure (about half a whiskey-glass full I guess?) and pretty much downed it.
Bad, bad, BAD idea. Especially on an empty stomach. So my twitter feed was interesting for a while there. :P
Until my Mum came in and I pretended to be 'exhausted from work' and crawled into my bed. (Better than admitting I was off my face at just after 6 o'clock!) Sleeping off the alcohol seemed to work, anyway. I think I might be walking the fine line between 'still drunk' and 'hangover', though I am feeling much more sober now. And calm, much calmer than I was when I came in.
Though I am kind of ashamed of myself for basically sedating myself with rum because I was pissed off. I feel like such an idiot. *shakes head* Never again. Ever.
And now it's time for The Apprentice with Mum - which will rile me up all over again. :P If I don't fall asleep on the couch first ...
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The high point was definitely Friday night/Saturday, spent at ice_Elf's house. We watched Paul (while eating delicious takeaway pizza), had a full tub of Ben & Jerry's, wrote lots of fic (which was like getting blood from a stone at times, but always fun), went for a lovely walk up to the Lower Barn at Rivington for lunch, discussed doggies and summer plans and generally had a rally great time. :D
Other than that, though, it's been pretty awful. My Uncle John's funeral was last Wednesday (on the same day as Auntie Gladys's funeral). Auntie Kathleen's was yesterday.
Today, I went into work and was told, "Oh, the girl you've been replacing is coming back in today, but don't worry, we're not going to drop you like a hit brick. Just keep doing what you're doing." ... So now I have no idea what's going on with the job. I might be let go after this week, they might keep me on next week - I just don't know. Which is frustrating.
And then, on the way home, I hit queue after queue after queue ... and a man tried to run diagonally across some traffic lights just as the ones in front of me went green, and I almost ran him over because I was trying to avoid the cyclist who was in front of/next to me. Then someone else pulled out right in front of me and made me slam my brakes on. So the drive home was horrendous. I got in, and Mum was out, so I went straight into the dining room, grabbed the white rum, poured myself a really sodding generous measure (about half a whiskey-glass full I guess?) and pretty much downed it.
Bad, bad, BAD idea. Especially on an empty stomach. So my twitter feed was interesting for a while there. :P
Until my Mum came in and I pretended to be 'exhausted from work' and crawled into my bed. (Better than admitting I was off my face at just after 6 o'clock!) Sleeping off the alcohol seemed to work, anyway. I think I might be walking the fine line between 'still drunk' and 'hangover', though I am feeling much more sober now. And calm, much calmer than I was when I came in.
Though I am kind of ashamed of myself for basically sedating myself with rum because I was pissed off. I feel like such an idiot. *shakes head* Never again. Ever.
And now it's time for The Apprentice with Mum - which will rile me up all over again. :P If I don't fall asleep on the couch first ...
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