I've given this a lot of thought...
As I've mentioned in an earlier entry I need a break. I need to get myself back together again and I don't think I can do it without cutting back on a few addictions. I'm not going to go into details here because I know these words don't go unnoticed and that's kind of the point.
Keep checking - I'll be back in about a week
Dibbie xxx
Today's Word: VANISHED
Today's Mood: Secret
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It' s a work night...
It's a strange work night though in that we aren't actually doing anything. There is an upgrade of the phone system going on and, as I work in a call-centre, that means threre are no phone calls to worry about. So far the majority of the evening has been taken up with various kinds of sport.
We started off with a simple game of catch which appealed to my passion for baseball but this quickly escalated into a game of soccer. It accidentally came out that I'm not the sports philistine everyone has me down as. I admitted that I had spent some time as a goalie for the school soccer team when I was younger. The guys are now playing cricket and badminton - no I'm not joking - it's amazing what you can accomplish in a call-centre! I'll rejoin them in a minute but I felt the need to blog. So here I am, being paid to listen to music and jot down my thoughts!!
I called Pauline this morning to chat about the house and how the mortgage was...
I've had a request!!
It seems someone wants to hear a bit more about the caravan years. Of course, with me being me I got a pang of paranoia - Is my blog so boring that people want me to write about other stuff - but this quickly passed. If someone is requesting information about my past then it must show that they are interested enough to keep up with current events and come back for more. Who would go out of their way to read something mind-numbingly boring on a regular basis unless you are a fan of Milun Kundera?
Luckily today has been a slow as hell, self centred area of desolation and pointlessness - no friends around at the moment and televisual highlights include late night infomercials! - so a few words about the caravan years would be a pleasure.
Before I carry on, I will be going into a part of my life which is completely over but one which I do not regret. The whole experience centred in or around the world of drugs and some of the things we got up to were compl...
Life is like a box of chocolates - You never know who stole the praline crunch...
I called the mortgage dude this morning to find out how far my mortgage had come along. Apparently they are just about ready to "go to offer" but I have no idea what that means. I need to give them bank statements so they can see that I am currently paying rent!! It amazes me that they need proof about the strangest things. They won't be able to see who or what I'm paying but they want the statements anyway
I've had a relatively interesting night but there isn't really much I can tell you without breaking confidences. One thing I will say though - If you are having relationship problems the best person to call at 3am is NOT the single guy who's heart you've plucked out with a spoon on various occasions over the last few years. Let's just say it won't be the most constructive of conversations... I think I'm safe, as far as I know she has no knowledge of ...
This entry should be cordoned off...
Please disperse, there is nothing to see here...
I woke up bored. Come to think of it I may have been dreaming that I was bored and found the dream so boring that I woke myself out of pity. It's a thought. I waded through my DVD collection and found nothing worth watching and then decided that I might not have been very objective so I used a random number generator to pick a film for me. The result was disappointing but the hand of fate was guiding me and I had to follow.
Throughout the night Alex mailed me from work about work - I didn't mind, he had some interesting/funny stuff to talk about so it was all good.
That was my night.
This morning I went into town after calling Wayne about the mortgage (he'll get back to me) and failed to buy anything worthwhile except cherries to the value of £4.03 - they'd better be good or failing that, they'd better contain pearls instead of stones.
Now let's just draw a ch...
That's better...
I've found a way of venting my anger in a creative way but I'm not giving you any clues as to what it is - I'll let you work it out for yourself.
I'm still feeling a little distant tonight but I think it could be related to my being sick - I'm edging towards a non-physical sickness here (note I'm not saying mental illness here). I'm actually wondering if I picked up a touch of blood poisoning or something because I'm pretty itchy but I think it's more that I'm exhausted. I've been running on fumes for quite a while and what I was saying yesterday made a lot of sense to me. I haven't had an actual holiday (sod off - relax - do nothing) for about a year. Sure, I've been away a few times (as detailed in other entries) but I've always been doing stuff and not relaxing.
The closer it comes to losing the night shift the more I realise I am going to miss it and yet I know now that I couldn't have lasted ...