Which I will do. I will have nothing further to do with that person. I will erase all trace of that person from my life.
Thank you for making a complete fool of me, Peter.
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Did it ever drag this morning. I slept like a log last night, and yet, not only could I hardly keep my eyes open, neither could the rest of the office.
The weekend was a blast; Sunday morning a bit mushy for one reason and another. That and the sight of myself and rock_bear singing Joyce Grenfell songs at the top of our respective lungs. I'm sure people would pay good money etcetera, etcetera.
And tomorrow... the last supper? (name deleted) comes over for one last meal before he heads off to East Anglia and impending parenthood. Prepare for more mush...
Today is not a good day. It didn't help I spent half of the night with my head hovering near the toilet. So, I phoned into work sick and lay listening to Radio 4 for most of the morning. Felt well enough for some soup at lunchtime.
Spent the afternoon feeling quite miserable. I don't know whether it was the lack of sleep, or the conversation with my sister on the phone last night where she expressed the opinion that I should not bring rock_bear to my cousin's wedding next month. As usual, she made me feel quite inadequate. It's a knack of hers. Or maybe I was making myself feel inadequate. I just don't know. All I know is I spent the afternoon feeling a little tear-y and listening to Agnetha Fältskog albums.
I'm not sure whether it may even have been caused by the realisation that (name deleted) is leaving work and moving to East Anglia at the end of the month. I started feeling very alone.
Maybe it is time to see the doctor for some good old antidepressants...