This is the first chance I've had to write anything today. Been doing loads of work. Feeling pretty good about it to be honesty. Feel like I'm earning my dosh for the first time in a wee while.
Have this fuckin' funny head business pretty bad though. I think it must be a stress thing, as I am under a wee bit of pressure right now. I can live with it, knowing that it's stress. It's when I start to convince myself that it's a fuckin' brain tumour that it becomes an issue.
My housemate has invited one of his new work buddies round for the football tonight...... Great.
Think I'll be retiring to my quarters for the evening. I have a bit more work to do for my own personal work, so I should really try and get that finished. It's not that I don't like the boy. I just don't want any more people in my life right now. I've got enough mates, enough acquaintances. I need more women... That's what the boy should be doing with his time. Bringing round gaggles of women. Not fellow geeks that started work the same time as him.
Fuckit... Maybe I'll go out.
Forced out of my own fuckin home by a foreigner! Can you fuckin' believe it!
Got another appointment with "the woman" tomorrow. Will see how that goes. Be interesting to see how it is when I'm feeling ok about things.
Oh...My "project" isn't going so well. With being under pressure at work I just got myself a tuna mayo baguette and a bottle of coke. Hardly the diet of champions. I think I'll have a look online to get a proper diet sheet. Have someone tell me what I should eat for every meal.
That's what I need.
Some fuckin structure in my life.
Anyway, back to work I guess. Around 8 minutes to type this, quickest yet.
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