It's been such a stressful weekend, what with the argument (which is all fine now) and us being potentially evicted. We made the mother of all spreadsheets and wrote the most awesome letter, so hopefully now we won't be homeless. I'm just so stressed - I want to cry whenever I look at my Chinese books because this stupid fucking grammar is too much for me. I need to try and think about a "career". Being served an eviction notice hasn't helped, and being in a perpetual state of having not enough money to sort things out is starting to get to me. Nothing changes but nothing stays the same.
I had a dream the other day that they had to chop my leg off, and now I'm scared to go and see my consultant.
The other day I admitted to this guy I know that I used to have a big crush on my sociology teacher, and it turns out that she's his teacher. I'm such a loser.
The facebook stalking has reached dizzy new heights, though it's not just me it seems...
I can't write coherent sentences anymore.
On the plus side, J is going to give me and #1 £50 if we strip off and snog for the Daily Sport. I'm all for it.
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