Millie is happy today. She gets to lie on a chair and snooze.
Millie is also feeling ~smug~. She gets to sleep, dream of bones and cats and generally laze it up while.....
Me? I'm happy. I get to have fried potatoes with chorizo, chilli and garlic for my dinner. Nom.
Yes, as you can probably tell, life is t-h-r-i-l-l-i-n-g today. But that's what happens when you can't find a job...
Ah, the life of the unemployed. It's not all it's cracked up to be, you mark my words (yes, I did just use that expression). It was kind of nice for a while, having nothing to do. But now i am b to the ored and i need a) money and b) for the stir-craziness to subside. Seriously, my brain has far too many thoughts for it to be left to its own devices. It needs to be taken in hand and given productive tasks to do otherwise it worries and worries and thinks things through too much and produces anxieties that weren't there a minute ago. Stupid brain.
Ah, the life of the unemployed. It's not all it's cracked up to be, you mark my words (yes, I did just use that expression). It was kind of nice for a while, having nothing to do. But now i am b to the ored and i need a) money and b) for the stir-craziness to subside. Seriously, my brain has far too many thoughts for it to be left to its own devices. It needs to be taken in hand and given productive tasks to do otherwise it worries and worries and thinks things through too much and produces anxieties that weren't there a minute ago. Stupid brain.
