A couple of times today I wanted to pull the plug on the rest of humanity. I’m sorry but you all had to go. Well okay, not you, you, you and you. You could stay if you got me a coffee and I’d let you stay anyway. But the rest of them? Gone.

I knew today was going to be ‘one of those’ when I got on the bus and saw that someone had been vomited on the floor. I had been feeling a little nauseous before I got on (my ‘baby’ 23 year old brother stayed home with dizzy sicky urghness) but had things to do so left the warmth and comfort of my bed. Not that sleep was a thing that was being had last night (a combination of stomach pain, my yowly cat inside the house, the neighbour’s beast animal outside the house and inconsiderate bastard teenagers coming home at an unforgivable time, shouting to their friends in the taxi before banging the door and then sitting on the wall outside the house (yes, I peeked) talking about ‘how fit Paul was’ (’so’ fit and they ’so would’)). So I suppose I knew today was going to be ‘one of those’ at 4 a.m.

Regardless.

I went to the Blackburn office today and spent 5 and a half hours there providing cover for the abandoned office. Everyone else was off sick, on holiday, or at appointments. It was a little… dull… but just because there was no one to talk to. Whenever anyone did walk in I was like a small puppy jumping up and begging for attention. I suppose the humping their legs was a bit much but it entertained me.

On the train on the way there I kept getting flashes of the nonsense I wrote yesterday and a potential ending has begun to formulate. I’m having a debate with myself about having a happy ending just to please myself or a more realistic one. Maybe I’ll write both and flip a coin. Let fate decide.

The train on the way home was odd. It was full so I was standing up which I don’t care about, but the motion and the relaxing music and even the latte I was drinking were making me sleepy. I’m sure I nodded off for a second, my eyes were so heavy. And it was sudden. Odd.

Am starting to consider employing someone to poke me in the arm once every 10 minutes just to make sure I stay awake. God, how much would that job suck?

I am having a clear-out of all the crap on my MacBook. I am going to be ruthless (ruthless dammit) and am going to delete all the programs I don’t use and just organize it all better. I realised it was time to do this when my ‘To Be Sorted’ folder got bigger than my ‘Sorted’ folders. It’s a whole late Spring-Clean housekeeping affair. I need to get some space back so that I can fill it with even more useless crap. I know, I know. I need a back-up drive or something… Yes. Eventually. Promise (that’s to myself)

Tomorrow I have to buy clothes. Horror. An outfit for a ‘do’ I’m going to on Saturday. I just know it’s going to one of tjose moments when I’ll want to be brave and wear something bright and cheerful but will come home with black.

Which reminds me - must take my heels with me for trying on! And now I feel all weird and girly.