I feel pure ill. Went home early from work today and I think I actually might die. Finished watching studio 60 on the sunset strip and now just shamelessly watching Ke$ha: My Crazy Beautiful Life.
More bleak times:
- I have to pack to move out, packing is evil.
- I have to clean and there’s a spider the size of my face hiding somewhere in my flat.
- A customer genuinely complained to me today because we weren’t showing any suitable films for her needs between 11am and 12pm. My apologies for not catering specifically to 3 customers out of the 2000 we average on a quieter day. I also don’t make the timetable.
- I might be a bit grumpy.
I can practically see my new flat. I’m excited, I hope it all goes through ok.
I had a dream where someone told me I should make comedic youtube videos, I clearly think I’m hilarious. I also found out I was 5 months pregnant, wake up relief is nice.
In others news this week has been shit. Hospital appointment was awful and meeting 5 boys from school with incredible jobs has put me on quite the debbie downer. I feel lazy and unambitious, minimum wage for life.