War and Peace
According to Clearblue, I am not growing a tiny life-destroying alien. This is good. Positive physical proof hasn't occurred yet though, so we'll trust science for now but I'm not relaxing just yet...
I was in a foul mood all morning. I didn't even want to answer the phone because I knew the chances were that whoever was on the end of the line would inadvertantly fuck me off and get shouted at. At least I'm aware of my own capacity for disproportionate rage.
Rather wisely, Scarfee pulled out of having lunch with a homicidal bitch, so He took me out instead. We bought sandwiches then went and sat in the grounds of the Cathedral. Normally I try to avoid hallowed ground - fear of thunderbolts - but I was amazed by how peaceful and serene an atmosphere the place has, even though it's slap bang in the middle of town. After 45 minutes sitting on the admittedly slightly damp grass, enjoying the sunshine and eating chicken caesar wraps, I felt a lot better.
Work has seemed a lot like counting the hours lately, which is strange for me. I can only assume this is linked to hormones and the desperate need for a holiday. Just over 8 weeks to go til Spain, and I'm finally beginning to see it less in terms of bikini-panic and more in terms of oh-thank-god. This is progress.
All I have to worry about now is trying to raise the money to buy holiday clothes. Still, that's what Ebay was invented for...
I was in a foul mood all morning. I didn't even want to answer the phone because I knew the chances were that whoever was on the end of the line would inadvertantly fuck me off and get shouted at. At least I'm aware of my own capacity for disproportionate rage.
Rather wisely, Scarfee pulled out of having lunch with a homicidal bitch, so He took me out instead. We bought sandwiches then went and sat in the grounds of the Cathedral. Normally I try to avoid hallowed ground - fear of thunderbolts - but I was amazed by how peaceful and serene an atmosphere the place has, even though it's slap bang in the middle of town. After 45 minutes sitting on the admittedly slightly damp grass, enjoying the sunshine and eating chicken caesar wraps, I felt a lot better.
Work has seemed a lot like counting the hours lately, which is strange for me. I can only assume this is linked to hormones and the desperate need for a holiday. Just over 8 weeks to go til Spain, and I'm finally beginning to see it less in terms of bikini-panic and more in terms of oh-thank-god. This is progress.
All I have to worry about now is trying to raise the money to buy holiday clothes. Still, that's what Ebay was invented for...
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