Nothing To Report...

Well, nothing I WANT to report... so I'm focussing on music and waffle just now.

Maybe you'll hear about the shit stuff with money and decisions to be made and things like that in a couple of weeks (by which time I've got to make a big decision on the money & lack of it front), or maybe you won't...

But on the less-important crap things happening, Harriet is still pissing behind the front door (usually once or twice a week), and the reasonably new ivy plant I bought for work is barely clinging on to life... Julie, I need your green fingers! Do ivys need a little water, or a lot? Coz I watered mine and all the leaves shrivelled up... And do they like sunshine? Or no sunshine? HELP! Before the boss and flunky call in the local undertaker...

Oh, and the really pissing-off thing... I'm being charged over £60 by my bank for an automatic card payment that took me less than £10 over my overdraft limit for about a day... and it was for my broadband that I'd forgotten to cancel... and which I haven't got set up at home yet due to the problem with the phone line I had. So I didn't even HAVE the service I was paying for! Tried to get the bank to waive the charge, but no... my bank are bastards! AND my counsellor was fog-bound in one of the isles on Tuesday, so I didn't even have her to talk things over with!

Anyway, at least the rain's buggered off again, so I'm going to bugger off and walk home (since I can tonight without getting wet... last night I had to use my second-last £2.70 and get a taxi because it was raining... the last £2.70 was to get me to work this morning - Good job pay day is tomorrow).

Ta-ra!

Eeeeeeeek!

It's hard to believe it's been nearly a week since I've been on here to do anything more than post the daily music video, but it's been a busy week - but here I am with a potted summary of the past 7 days....

Sunday night & Monday night I watched cop drama "Messiah: The Rapture", without the yummy Ken Stott this time - but with the just-as-yummy Marc Warren. Didn't enjoy it quite so much as previous ones, but I think your gritty detectives are always better played by Scots... Think about it - Taggart, Cracker, Red Metcalfe (Ken Stott's copper) and Mike Walker (David Hayman) from "Trial & Retribution" are surely 4 of the best cops on telly (okay, Cracker's not strictly a copper, but still...). *

* Yes, the fact that I fancy 3 of those 4 may cloud my judgement just a teensy tiny bit, I guess....

Tuesday was at my Counsellor after work... She's given me a book that we're going to work through now - "Mind Over Mood" - which is part of this cognitive behaviour therapy or whatever it's called. So now I get homework from her as well!

I was a doofus on Tuesday and Wednesday night too... Tuesday night I put on the heater when I came home, but the place just didn't warm up any. Wednesday night, I turned on the heater, and turned it up a bit - and noticed with shock that there was no heat at all coming out of it! I cursed my boss up hill and down dale for buying cheap shit heaters, and sent him a text complaining that it had stopped working after only a few months and that I'd be bringing the damn thing back the next day!

Well, Thursday morning I went to unplug the heater... only to discover that the plug was about 4mm out of the socket! Then I remembered - when I came home on Tuesday night, I'd been going through to the kitchen, and I'd tripped over the cable... and it must have pulled it out just far enough to cut the power! I pushed the plug in again, and was met with a blast of hot air! So I had to go to work and confess my dingusity to my boss!

So, what else has happened this week? Not a lot really... just work, college, bad weather, and the usual shit.

Working tomorrow from 8am (yuk), and I'm all on my own up at the office.

Well, I guess that's about it, so I'll end now coz my brother's coming to get me soon to go shopping - and then I'm going down to his for haggis and clapshot... Yummy!

Probably see you the morn at some stage!

Can I Ask You A Personal Question?

Do you cry easily?

I ask because I was at the counsellor tonight, and she started probing some feelings... and I happened to look at the clock, which she took as a "get me out of here, before I start to cry" signal on my part (it wasn't), and started to tell me it was okay, that I could cry there...

But I can't... not in front of someone... not even on my own... It's like they're locked away...

I'm the closest I've been to crying tonight that I've been for a while, though... because we were talking about Dad, and I realised that I miss him so much... he was my support, and always believed in me... he always told me I was good at writing and stuff... and I miss that...