Okay, it wasn’t all bad. I saw Gina and we had dinner, and she listened to me moan a lot about whatever just about passes for a life at the moment. Although, once you hit rock-bottom, the only way you can go is up? Apparently. The only way I can go right now is America. I’m most certainly not going to settle for poxy Guildford and a man who clearly doesn’t respect me. I am TORN.
Last year was shitty. And this one is a contender for the same title after my recent actions.
Gina is an absolute doll and is hamstersitting Baxter for a few weeks - while I move out of my flat and in with Paul and Gary ten minutes down the road. I can’t owe her enough, I actually was looking up phone numbers to give him away yesterday :( And his other half-owner didn’t even get in touch!
I’m looking tired apparently. I’m not eating right, I’m drinking too much, I’m certainly working too much and am a constant caffeinated mess…but what else am I supposed to do? Staying afloat, aren’t I?