May 17, 2010 15:37
Wow. Remember how my last post was a narrowly avoided emo-festival, ending with me hoping the coming year would be better? Boy howdy, did that ever work.
Let's see. Work? Work is better now that the World's Worst Manager(tm) has got the boot. New Manager is lovely, so my working environment is much improved.
I've found myself further tangled in the polyamorous web of fun and doom. Just about everyone that reads this will probably be up on the story anyway, so I'm not going to go into detail right now. Maybe later, as it's something that I should talk(write) about more.
I've decided to stay in my wee flat for another year. It is expensive, but it'd be more expensive to uproot everything and move. My vague plans to get out of my overdraft and start saving have been only partially successful. To be truthful, I'm still kinda hoping for a bit of a lottery win to bail me out. For shame, Bob.
Other than that, I'm surrounded by half-played videogames, unread books and unwatched films. There are several cats trying to knock down my door to steal my chicken and get hed-scratchins while they're doing it.
Oh, and I'm still smoking like a big filthy smoker. Wheeze, hack, cough, etc.