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Aug. 31st, 2006 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, today I finished work.
PRAISE YE THE LORD SAY I. Today wasn't too bad, except for the way in which I finally snapped with a snap of "I AM NOT PSYCHIC" at someone, and the fact I had low blood sugar and feel as though I'm coming fown with a cold, so I was spacey and ill all day, but I got given a card with a tenner in it (TAX FREE BENEFITS) and all was well.
Even better, I got surprised by Simon meeting me after work and whisking me off to lunch. It's not Prague, as I told him, but it'll do. I'm actually still stuffed from it. But yay for that!
Yesterday was quite fab, too - I went to Homebase and spent money I couldn't really afford on a plant wonderfully named 'Ficus Kinky'. How could I not? It is now named Kinky Sandwiche. This is because I had a dream about owning a shark called Sandwiche, who the RSPCA took away, and I woke up feeling sad. A plant will obviously cure this. *nods*
Anyway, this is a mad last minute post as I'm off to camp tomorrow, and I should really get around to doing some washing and some packing for it. I know I have to go, as I promised I would be the Bringer Of The Car and therefore the shopping, and I am looking forward to it, but, well, a few problems are immediately arising. Firstly, I have no groundsheet, which is going to make sleeping fun. I'm going to try and dig it out now, but no joy as of yet. Secondly, I am not feeling wonderful. Thirdly, Mum has decided that the best way to deal with her stress is to shout at people a lot, not take in a word that they're saying and only calm down of an evening when she starts drinking. In the rubbish this week was six cans of Stella (admittingly, some of them night be Dads, but I saw her drink three), a brandy bottle and two bottles of wine, and by 'this week' I mean 'since Saturday'. And I know that's not a lot, and that it could be worse, but it's starting to get worrying, and at least if I'm home I can nag her about it, which at least keeps the intake down to minimal.
But then, maybe this is her coping technique. Diane died last week, the funeral is tomorrow, and I've been spending a lot of time sitting on the sofa with her while she cries. I'm wondering if I should only go for the one day to try and keep an eye on her.
I am officially rescinding any responsibility for her once I go back to university, because I can't keep on doing this, but if Dad's working and Megan's less use than a chocolate kettle, someone has to keep an eye on things.
Anyway. I'm off to inhale some vitamin C and to try and find a groundsheet. Possibly not see everyone for a while, lovely humans. BUT TOMORROW I WILL LIE IN AND GO TO CAMP LATE BECAUSE OMFG A LIE IN YAY.
~Hathy_Col~
PRAISE YE THE LORD SAY I. Today wasn't too bad, except for the way in which I finally snapped with a snap of "I AM NOT PSYCHIC" at someone, and the fact I had low blood sugar and feel as though I'm coming fown with a cold, so I was spacey and ill all day, but I got given a card with a tenner in it (TAX FREE BENEFITS) and all was well.
Even better, I got surprised by Simon meeting me after work and whisking me off to lunch. It's not Prague, as I told him, but it'll do. I'm actually still stuffed from it. But yay for that!
Yesterday was quite fab, too - I went to Homebase and spent money I couldn't really afford on a plant wonderfully named 'Ficus Kinky'. How could I not? It is now named Kinky Sandwiche. This is because I had a dream about owning a shark called Sandwiche, who the RSPCA took away, and I woke up feeling sad. A plant will obviously cure this. *nods*
Anyway, this is a mad last minute post as I'm off to camp tomorrow, and I should really get around to doing some washing and some packing for it. I know I have to go, as I promised I would be the Bringer Of The Car and therefore the shopping, and I am looking forward to it, but, well, a few problems are immediately arising. Firstly, I have no groundsheet, which is going to make sleeping fun. I'm going to try and dig it out now, but no joy as of yet. Secondly, I am not feeling wonderful. Thirdly, Mum has decided that the best way to deal with her stress is to shout at people a lot, not take in a word that they're saying and only calm down of an evening when she starts drinking. In the rubbish this week was six cans of Stella (admittingly, some of them night be Dads, but I saw her drink three), a brandy bottle and two bottles of wine, and by 'this week' I mean 'since Saturday'. And I know that's not a lot, and that it could be worse, but it's starting to get worrying, and at least if I'm home I can nag her about it, which at least keeps the intake down to minimal.
But then, maybe this is her coping technique. Diane died last week, the funeral is tomorrow, and I've been spending a lot of time sitting on the sofa with her while she cries. I'm wondering if I should only go for the one day to try and keep an eye on her.
I am officially rescinding any responsibility for her once I go back to university, because I can't keep on doing this, but if Dad's working and Megan's less use than a chocolate kettle, someone has to keep an eye on things.
Anyway. I'm off to inhale some vitamin C and to try and find a groundsheet. Possibly not see everyone for a while, lovely humans. BUT TOMORROW I WILL LIE IN AND GO TO CAMP LATE BECAUSE OMFG A LIE IN YAY.
~Hathy_Col~
