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Apparently, I don't need to evem have next Thursday off as holiday, I'm 'owed' a Thursday off for working on a bank holiday. Which I got paid double for. Sounds good to me.
Tonight, plans (not yet definite) are to drink (poss smoke), eat curry (YES) and watch humourous films with the girls. Tomorrow, is obviously the pub. Andy insists I have to come out for his birthday on Saturday but it's looking less and less likely. Cos I have NO money and lots of coursework to do. Damn fuck.
I'm finding it impossible to feel anywhere near content. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's not doable. Maybe I'm happier than I realise. Maybe I'd feel better if I didn't have an overbearing, controlling arsewank of a father. But who am I to speculate?
Turns out the package was my exam certificates. I don't think I've ever been this disappointed.
Worked last night, saw Dave himself on wednesday. It was fantastic, truly it was, but I really really really hate having to leave. And since the leaving obviously comes after the seeing, it's hard not to let the pathetic sadness of it all cloud the actual good time. I can't help feeling a man's patience will only stretch so far.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, other things?
No. Nothing.
Tonight, plans (not yet definite) are to drink (poss smoke), eat curry (YES) and watch humourous films with the girls. Tomorrow, is obviously the pub. Andy insists I have to come out for his birthday on Saturday but it's looking less and less likely. Cos I have NO money and lots of coursework to do. Damn fuck.
I'm finding it impossible to feel anywhere near content. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's not doable. Maybe I'm happier than I realise. Maybe I'd feel better if I didn't have an overbearing, controlling arsewank of a father. But who am I to speculate?
Turns out the package was my exam certificates. I don't think I've ever been this disappointed.
Worked last night, saw Dave himself on wednesday. It was fantastic, truly it was, but I really really really hate having to leave. And since the leaving obviously comes after the seeing, it's hard not to let the pathetic sadness of it all cloud the actual good time. I can't help feeling a man's patience will only stretch so far.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, other things?
No. Nothing.