Let's play catch-up..

I’m back after my late-Summer break.
I haven’t been anywhere, just wallowing in a world of despair and desperation and depression, which happens to me occasionally. I felt tired and pitiful and even writing a blog seemed like too much effort.

I was really affected by the thought of Philippa being with that bloke I met in the pub on Bank Holiday Monday. I reacted by being horrible to her and trying to convince myself I didn’t like her. I wrote several thousand words about it as blog entries but thankfully never published any of them. Then I finally got my head straight about it all at the weekend, so I’m trying to be nice again now, and I just hope I haven’t put her off me completely.

I’m thinking of doing an evening class in something. Helping out in The Weary World of Wallpaper isn’t exactly a riveting career choice, and there aren’t many spare jobs around, so I may try re-training as a chef or learning French or something.
The supermarket have asked if I’d be interested in doing some shifts in the build-up to Christmas, and I’m actually considering it. Extra money without having to go somewhere new is always worth thinking about, even though I’d rather nail my own feet to a leopard than ever be a stock replenishment operative again.

Apologies now:
I apologise for my absence over the past two weeks.
I apologise for the incoherent, nonsensical nature of this rambling blog entry today.
And she won’t be reading this, but I apologise to Philippa for being such an emotionally-retarded f**kwit that I can’t deal with my feelings for her, and consequently in her presence I act like either a sulking 6-year-old brat or a misogynistic bastard who is completely impervious to her charms, which I can assure you I am not.

RC 15-9-10