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Sunday, 20 June 2004

swing shift



I seem to oscillate between feeling great sentimental affection for those closest to me, to wanting to slap complete strangers in Tesco. There are moments when I am in such a fantastically wonderful mood, and suddenly I find myself trying really hard not to tell people to bite my Canadian arse. I'm either speeding around the house cleaning every surface in sight or I'm too exhausted to move. I can't wait to get into work to finish up the projects I'm working on, but on the other hand, my job is a complete waste of time and everyone in the company pisses me off.



I've got 35 more weeks of this. God help you all.

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