duck...

...real life is fast approaching and it's going to hurt. I have to go to bed, I'm exhausted, but 'blog' is on my to-do list and it must be obeyed.

I start my new job on monday, so that's me with a desk, computer, blouse that makes me look like a square slab of womaliness and a slightly glazed expression. Well, I have to work. How else am I going to pay 40 quid a night for a b&b. 40 quid!!! In Staines of all places, a place whose name makes everyone shudder in disgust. Actually, I've packed the tent. I might camp for a week or two and save myself a few hundred quid.

I miss Andy. It's a little depressing to get married and then have no idea when you will next see your other half, but I suppose some would argue it's a recipe for a happy marriage.

I did my first stand up gig. Five mins of stomach scraping horror. I think it actually went reasonably well. Oh if only someone would pay me to do it... I might internally hemorrhage, but I'd be happy.

Sorry, this is coming out really dull. I'm off to sleep on the futon with the cat hairs for the last time in the foreseeable future :(

nighty night x