ug.

Job now exists for at least a month, because they like me. This is good. Reed are sorting P45 form, though it comes from head office so will take a while. Theology library are being nice about the 8 books which are at least 9 months overdue. That and the Bursary argument will happen next Thursday morning. I worked out what time I spent where over the past 4 years, which is good. I always forget the summer term of my first year, for some reason.

Feel like a little floppy sandbag frog toy. Getting up and having a real job is something I have not done for ages. I have to try to be in Abingdon for 8.30 every morning, and that means in town for 7.30ish. Ug.

Whitby this time next week. Yay. Need to attempt white fur clothing. Seriously need to clear up this room which is full of mouldy crockery, but really feel like falling over in a heap. So tired.

Work boring, but remuneration of any kind is good. People nice. Jobs semi-funny sometimes. Is half data-entry, half waving tubes of sheep's blood at a scanner, which is a nice change, and I get to listen to weird rap music while doing that bit. I keep trying to make the scanner beep in time with the music, and failing. On Monday I get taught how to do the more complex genetic analysis, which I'm looking forward to. More CV points. I think if I carry on as I am I might eventually get to do things which are actually interesting, and meanwhile at least I am being paid. Not lots, mind you, but miles better than nowt.

oh, so tired. soooooo tired. ate ridiculous piles of choc again today, but have bought carrot for tomorrow, and fruit. buggrit, forgot to buy bread.

I want to have nice bath, but it's not nice to have long soaky washy thing and then come back to messy room. But have no energy to clear up.

I stop rambling now.