Haven’t posted in a couple of days, sorry. I am still alive. I only just surfaced from under the duvet. It’s very hard to get things done when you work 6 1/2 hours a day and then sleep 13. God knows where the rest of the hours go, probably staring aimlessly at the computer or tv and travelling to and from work, getting in and out of bed. I really don’t know. Time just disappears down a black hole. I am perpetually exhausted at the moment and the funny thing is, it’s not even frustrating. I just want to sit and let life pass me by.
We are having a bbq at the flat on saturday, I have just been informed of this. I hate forced socialising. It would have been nice to have a little warning so I could have planned to go out and avoid it. I hate that I wasn’t even asked but rather just told “by the way we’re having a bbq on sat”. All well and good for him. I am the one that lives in the flat and will have to gut it and make sure it is presentable.
I can’t be doing with this right now.
