So, as life was merrily chugging along and things were relatively peaceful and quiet around here, it all had to go and change.
I'm having trouble sleeping, breathing, eating and being a normal human being right now. The Ant left yesterday. She's officially gone. I cried and cried and cried. I will find out the future of my job today. Or if it even has a future. This is extremely nerve wracking. And I'm already crying from the stress of the verdict; how we will go forward, or IF we will continue.
Wibble has become my baby. Not only does this stress me out, but it depresses me too - it's been my project since it's launch two months ago.
All I know is that later, I'm going out to get completely fucked. This week has been unbelievably awful. And later, I'll either be drowning my sorrows or celebrating. Drown me in a vat of tequila. I don't want Ant to go, I miss her already, I don't want to move in with mum, I don't want to sell my car, I don't want to be destitute next month.
I'm so stressed out, I didn't even attend a drinks do last night where my old headmaster was sponsoring the booze. I don't want him to think I'm bipolar, so I instead watched Top Billing and cried like a baby.
Wish me luck. My future is on the line.