Hakuna Matata...?

Went to stay at Janette's on Tuesday night, which was nice... if not a little depressing. I was thinking about how I won't need to make that journey up that stupid giant staircase anymore soon enough... which would be good, if it wasn't for the reasons I won't be going up them being worse than having to walk up all the staircases in the world.

Not too eventful a night, had dinner while the Simpsons was on, helped with the dishes, cut pictures of cars out of magazines (to help her with some stuff she was doing for her placement this week) to the soundtrack of the Lion King (again, for stuff she needed for placement, though it was damn catchy), and huddled round the stupidest little pocket TV you ever did see to watch CSI. No comment on what happened after that, you dirty bastards.

Last night I was by myself at home, though I really should have been with her again. Done some boring PC stuff... messed around updating video drivers and trying to work out some TV-Out stuff, as well as spending too much time playing Vice City, in between trying to get myself some sleep. I'm not sleeping too good at the moment, and it's not helping that any sleep I do get is restless and unsettled. Weird dreams and stuff, they can get pretty intense.

Woke up this morning feeling weird and disorientated, probably because of the painkillers I had last night for a killer headache I had. I can be quite amusing if I fall asleep within a couple of hours of taking painkillers, because when I wake up I'm dumb as fuck, I have no idea what's going on. I seem to have a damn annoying snotty nose, too... is there no end to my illnesses? No matter what I do, I can't shake them.

Day 3 of not smoking, and I... haven't actually quit smoking yet. Oops. I'm running desperately short of cash though, so if I haven't quit smoking by the end of the upcoming bank holiday... I'm not getting to work or eating for a week. That roll 'n' sausage I just scoffed probably didn't help, given that I wasn't even hungry... I am weak.

I'm thinking it's about time BT Openworld coughed up some cash for me, though... bastards are still charging for an internet account that they've been asked on more than one occasion to cancel, the account doesn't even work anymore so I'm paying for nothing. I must have been charged about 100 quid of charges in the past few months for something that doesn't even work! Time to get on the phone to the fucks... on their support line that charges like a fiver a second. Bastards.

Still having difficulty getting through things in work, though I know for a fact it's my personal life that's messing me up in here just now... been here before. It's how irritable I get at everything that's worrying me... anyone talks to me when I'm in my own little world, and snap... I can't afford to go down this route again, I've got to get my shit sorted. It's hard, though... if I can't be 'gung ho!' about my own personal life, how the fuck do they expect me to be 'gung ho!' about working my arse off just so some fat fuck in head office can buy a new boat?

Going for a cigarette.