It’s my birthday. Yay.
I bought myself 2 pairs of shoes and some dungarees.
Yesterday I gave my two weeks notice to work and now I’m here on the first day of my last two weeks and it’s dragging on forever. Technically I only have ten days left of work. Then I’m free.
Then I’m getting on a plane.
Just quit my job. Homeless and unemployed! Whew!
Why do I think the Internet will answer all my questions?
So I guess you could call this my new house… that I’ve been forced to relocate to a month early. A lot of my stuff is here as you can see; my DVD’s and books are filling up the shelf and I haven tastefully decorated the mantlepiece. I share a single bed with Mark which is ok but I miss my double bed at my house, everyone here is ok though and nice to me which is the main thing. I’m going to go type my catalogue essay up now.
Phew, managed to weasel out of it for tonight.
I just got roped into playing touch rugby with the house, some form of acceptance? Anyway.
I probably won’t be alive next Wednesday night.