Shagging, schizophrenia and life changing decisions, so much in one entry!
2002-12-10 at 9:02 p.m.

 

Apparently I don't get someone's diary because I am too middle-England. This is somewhat amusing. However, I refuse to have a pissing contest about that kind of thing. Although I'm not above making a bit of a snide comment about it that in my diary. Consider the snide part over.

Someone lovely said I had a talent for journaling. I think I'll be forced to stalk her now.

I've made a life decision. Shocking! I'm not going to wait for things to happen to me. I'm going to damn well go out and get them. For example, I'm going to talk to some people about getting a job in what I actually want to do. Either counselling people in their social services options. Or working in the 'social conscience' part of a big company. The first is much more worthy. The second more likely.

Mr Me and I seem to be taking it in turns to not sleep at night. Goddammit. If we managed to not sleep at the same time we could get some good old shagging in. But no. Fate cannot be that kind.

I seem to have a strange disease that means all the things I write look like I've spelt them wrong, despite the fact I can see I haven't. They look wrong and right at the same time, in my one head. I think this may be the onset of schizophrenia? At least y'all will have a variety of entries to read.

I'm going to bed now, so we'll find out which one of us doesn't get to sleep tonight. Fingers crossed it'll be both of us!