Feed me Seymore!

I dreamt last night that I was back at school (arrghhh) and for some reason was taking a class and trying to get all the kids to chant. I had written Om Shannti out phonetically (om shan-tea) but I couldn't get anyone in the class to pay any attention to me. Martin Fowler from Eastenders was there and I threatened to tell his mum if he didn't behave. In the end I got really pissed off, stormed out of the classroom and locked myself in the toilet refusing to come out.

That's the second time this week that I've dreamt about being back at school – the first time I dreamt about Dom being at school and hiding in the attic like the little boy in Neverending Story. I suppose it means something but I have no idea what.


I've had another 'I can't stop eating' day. I'm bloated but I could still manage a little something else. Luckily I won't be in the office tomorrow, I'm doing some training, so hopefully I won't be able to spend the day stuffing my face.

Training is good; training is part of my grand plan. I do the training, I update my CV, I send my CV off to people who then offer me a fantastic job, I leave the one I have now and move on to a new start. I like my plan; it's simple yet effective.

All I need now is the 'new start, new job, new house' part to come together for me. *Waits*