My feet ache (from 5 hours worth of standing and ironing this morning), my throat's soar, I generally feel shit, and it isn't helping my feelings about moving out; to cap things off Andrea hasn't been well, Darren's now without 'net access complicating keeping The Goldfish Bowl going, I don't even know if I'll have a place in uni accomodation tomorrow due to a new complication, and my e-mail client has been buggering up and annoying other people on The List; if I'm not in uni accomodation by noon tomorrow, I'll be staying at home for the year, with my father wanting me to reapply for the lawns next year, well fuck that, if I'm not staying at home, I'm moving into private accomodation, because this just isn't on.
If I am at uni accomodations tomorrow, I'll be without 'net access untill around Tuesday/Wednesday time..since when was all this supposed to be the best time of my life™?
It's all begining to seriously piss me off, and bring me down, but then there's nothing new there.