Two years have passed.

Things:

- Met girl
- Trained to be a solicior
- Had a baby
- Asked her to marry me
- Went to be an engineer
- Bought house
- Arguing with container people.

So much time has passed since I last wrote anything here. Had forgotten that it existed actually. It's a little strange, and creepy, reading back over everything again ( Read more... )

Well, that job in the Hospital is everything that it promised to be and more. Each day it feels as if the inside of my head has been liquidised and sucked out through a straw. I need a new job. Oddly, I may have an 'easy' way out, but I don't want to get into details in case it doesn't all pan out. It wouldn't be for a long time yet; eight, nine, ( Read more... )

So today I start in the hospital. I'd be lying if I said I was too excited. Rob and Chris have both been there for a few days before me and neither have said anything good about it. Apartly a large degree of face melting boredom is the order of the day. Is it wrong that I'm planning an exit from a job that I haven't even started ( Read more... )

Things are getting a bit crazy at the moment. I'm still not really sleeping and it is, once again, getting to me a bit. I'm on one meal a day (and not snacking!) and my alcohol tolerance is way down. Interview tomorrow and I'm hoping to remain in one piece for long enough to get through it. Then work starts on Tuesday ( Read more... )

I have come to the conclusion that the life is tidal, rather than circular. The important part is that, on the whole, it's fairly predictable in that the same handful of situations seem to repeat themselves over and over.

People do odd things when they're depressed. Some people eat cake. Some people decide to hack at themselves with various sharp ( Read more... )

I really suck at sleeping at the moment. Ever since the holiday it has been eluding me. I've reached the stage where 5 hours a night is considered good and I still wake up feeling as if someone has beaten me with a large log. It's interesting, but starting to take its toll on me a little bit ( Read more... )

As I stood on the Wirral Way today it was perfectly quiet but for the rustling of the wind in the trees. There was no one around. I felt like I was the only person on the planet. It was nice.

Interestingly, finally finding a set of drivers supported by my video card makes me happy. Now, I wonder if they work?

32 weeks (or however long it is) really isn't that great of a period of time, when you look at it. 32 weeks is just 32 weekends, 62 drunken nights and probably 124 000 texts. It's 8 essays, a dissertation, 5 exams, a wedding, 2 doctor's visits, a haircut and an odd appreciation of Facebook. 32 weeks is nothing ( Read more... )

... instead I shall simply say that I find this to be a fucking sexy hat.


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