ugh.

it’s been a pretty bad week, the highlights of which were going for a job i really wanted only to get the rejection letter after a friday night out, and having horrible tooth pain only to find out i need an expensive root canal. in the interim, i still didn’t get any of the things i’ve been waiting on, i have to drop out of the edinburgh marathon because i’ve badly injured my calf muscle, my bloody expensive dehumidifier seems to have crapped out after less than a year, and my boss comes back from leave on monday, the thought of which makes me ill.

there’s not much point to this post – it pretty squarely falls into the “i’ve got a self-indulgent blog so i’m going to bitch, woe is me” category. i try to keep that sort of thing to a minimum, because really, who cares? but sometimes you just need to wallow in the morose self-pity a bit. and so i shall.

sing it howard…

howard jones – things can only get better

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