Who’s A Little Stresspuppy? Is It Me? Is It?

Argh bluh fuckshit arsebanditwankers.

Work stuff. Tuesday stuff. Home stuff. Student Skills Competition stuff. Name change stuff. Bills, code, letters and stuff that chases them all. Suddenly finding yourself using skills you probably should have forgotten. Drinking the wrong amount. Eating the wrong amount. Being ill for a whole weekend and a bit. The wrong music for the wrong feelings. Fuck ’em all. Too many conversations that’ll be too hard and all at the wrong times. Stupid fucking mistakes long ago raising their ugly little heads. All heaping up into a pile I feel like I’m hiding behind in a lonely little place, all by myself even when I’m not. Ah; fuck it all.

So; that’s the summary of the shittier, more stress-inducing bits of my week, conveniently shrunk to a smaller font size and faded to a lighter colour as part of an effort to pretend that none of it’s a problem and for the benefit of readers who quite rightly don’t give a shit. If I’m bad company, I’m sorry, but I’m only so sorry as I can muster the energy to be.

I’ll pull myself together – it’s on my list – but that’s next week’s job. For the time being, you’ll have to quicklime your own corpses: I’ve got too many to do already.

Right; on with the list. Oh; and don’t forget to support your department at the Student Skills Competition tomorrow.

…Sitting In A Pub, K-I-S-S-I-N… Ub?

My apologies to anybody who – through kissing, licking, finger-sucking or just by sharing drinks – last night, I have infected with the cold I’ve got.

On the other hand, a good night out. Who knew that Tom would be such a great song-and-dance man? Or that Helen could have so many birthdays in a single night?

More to say, but for now I’ve got work to catch up on…