Mar. 7th, 2006

skylarking: (mischief managed)
I forgot to turn my alarm on last night, so when I woke up and rolled over this morning the red number on my clock told me it was the time that I usually leave the house.

Oops.

But I decided that there was no point getting stressed about it, there was nothing I could do to stop me being late, so heigh-ho.

But funnily enough, despite the extra sleep I still feel really grouchy this morning. Call me Oscar.

I'm getting stressed about moving. The logistics of it are doing my head in. I've registered with an employment agency, but attending interviews is a problem, it would be easier, obviously, if I lived there, but I can't leave full time job and move all my stuff across the country without knowing that I'll have some source of income – landlords like that sort of thing.

It's confusing and it makes me want to go back to bed.

I need a bright idea but I'm completely out of inspiration. Does anyone have a bright idea?


I've had a cup of tea and a Mars Bar and feel less grumpy. I fucking love Mars Bars – they should be available on prescription.


I dreamt I played Ado Annie in a production of Oklahoma last night. It was fun.

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Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~ De Casseres

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