A week can be a long time, especially if you are working a week of late shifts starting at 6pm and finishing around 3am the next day starts to wear on your sanity a bit – and I have the scientific proof…
Take a look at last Tuesdays post, a jokey little post, followed on Wednesday by another rather upbeat posting. On Thursday (after only one shift), I'm moaning about the type of people who are calling me out for minor illness (and a moan about Christmas). Then on Friday I moan about being sent into dangerous situations, and I tell you that I want to hurt people if they annoy me. On Saturday I can't even be bothered to write a full post, and just tell you about even more stuff being stolen from the LAS.
Sunday, I can't be bothered to post at all.
And finally on Monday I have an excessively whiny post about, strangely enough, whiny people.
In 'real life', I had my 'decamp' interview yesterday, after a scant four hours sleep. It turns out that when I get moved from my current flat (nice flat, just surrounded by scrotes, drunks and drug addicts) I shall almost certainly end up with a much smaller property. If I were a teenager I'd post up some angsty bit of poetry – so be thankful I'm too old for that sort of stuff.
Today, I'm bleedin' knackered, and I feel like I need a revitalising break. This is rather good timing as I fly out to Canada tomorrow. Hopefully, when I get back I won't be quite so eager to stab people in their eyes with my pen because they live in a nicer flat than me, and quite obviously don't deserve it.
During this little break, I shall be doing my best to check my email , and I may even manage an update or two while I am away. But I wouldn't hold your breath, for I may just find myself very drunk and laying in a Toronto gutter. If you are in Toronto between then and Tuesday you can always phone me on +00447903257650
Back sometime on Tuesday…