I hate being off during the week. I am on my own all day with no end in sight and the only thing to occupy me is to do the dishes or washing. It's almost unbelievable how much I hate my own company. I most certainly wouldn't be friends with myself if I wasn't me. I can barely look myself in the mirror. 

I pacify myself with the thought that everyone feels like this. My fear is that it's not true though and I am an oddity. Probably wouldn't be as surprising as I think.

 I'm having a mid-nineties/early noughties throwback on Spotify. Enjoying the sounds of vintage *NSYNC, Blind Melon, Hole and Soundgarden.

This week has felt like it's going backwards at times. I am drowning in my own thoughts. A man got on my bus today with blood dripping down his face from a gaping wound in his head. He was extremely intoxicated. No one batted an eye that he was drunk or injured at 4:30pm. A sad indictment of my city: almost like it's acceptable. Don't know why I'm complaining, it's not like I did anything to help.

I realised today that I despise talking on the phone. Hate it. Which is ironic because my job is to talk on the phone all day.

 This Christmas I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror without wanting to be sick. 

and it's only January. Oh boy.

P.S - LOL at the fact there's an allí advertisement to the right of this text box.

Almost a year after my original resolution to write in this, I've decided to go ahead and start.

For this year I have a new list of resolutions to set upon. The idea is that I'm going to write them down and place them in an envelope. I'll seal it and then if I can find it in a year I'll compare and see how I got on. Probably not very well but it's worth a shot. At the very least I need to lose a couple of pounds as this time next year Alan and I will be jetting off to Oslo, probably by Ryanair and I've heard their seats are very small.
So it's almost Christmas. I am not anywhere near prepared, as I don't get paid until tomorrow. And so the rush begins. I have this romantic idea that I'll have everything sorted by Sunday night and have time to footer about during the week picking up extras, and odds and ends. I'd like to go to the Fort as it's open for 36 hours until 5pm on Christmas Eve, but fuck knows why I want to go there.
This year has flown in. I feel like I haven't had a minute to sit down and think about everything that's happened and it makes me a little sad. Will hopefully spend a bit more time enjoying each day next year instead of sweating the small stuff. This is a small first entry, but I gota go cos dinners here. Maybe more later.
Ciao 4 niao.

A peanut is not a nut or a pea, it's a legume.


Fact.