Narcissistic
I got home last night after nearly passing out on the way home. I think I’ve been pushing and punishing myself too much. As I walked passed Beacon Bingo the world around me seemed to warp and I felt like something was pressing against the side and back of my head.I’ve felt like that quite a bit recently, but I’m not sure whether it’s to do with the stress of it all, or whether it’s something to do with my banging my head on holiday last year and not feeling the same since – frequent sharp headaches, blurred vision, sudden lack of co-ordination etc.....maybe its vCJD or maybe its just the booze
But anyway. As soon as I had a lie down and a good old rant I was OK.
HURRAH!!! – my bathroom is painted in one solid colour that matches the rest of the room! For nearly 2 years I’ve tried and failed – so in the end – I mixed it myself. Do you realise how hard it was to mix paint? Maybe not when you did it last like I did when I was at primary school. A greeny-grey. It’s rather nice actually – makes the room look clean 😜
I also put the architraving up in the kitchen – which doesn’t fit flush to the wall I plastered – well there’s a fucking surprise 😜 Muchos filling tonight!
I’ve also been playing with The Sims 2 again. Well lets face it, when you’re own life seems to be out of control, then why not?
I’ve had a long list of cancellations this morning as long as my arm, so I might have a snooze, eat something, then apply for a couple of jobs online......I wonder if I will find a part-time analyst job in wellingborough, that you don’t need a 2:2 in sports psychology or medicine for, that actually doesn’t involve the whitworth’s factory, the saxby’s factory or sodding bastard shitting tescos. No I don’t want customer service – why not? – because most people are arseholes and I’m unbelievably rude to rude people. No I don’t want call centres – why not? – because I hate talking on phones – I just blather on and it’s impersonal. No I don’t want to be a secretary either – yes I know I can type 53 words per minute with a hangover. Just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you enjoy it. How many men do you know that can fake an orgasm that well?
Not that that’s ever been necessary 😜
I can’t believe in this day and age of technology and information that even Wellingborough hasn’t got a nice part-time job for me.
Perhaps I’m getting a little stressed thinking about it now
Grr
I’m going to go for a sleep i think. The sodding patients will just have to sit there and hope someone turns up
Grrrr
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