Tuesday, 9th May 2023.
A Tuesday that is a Monday. I another next week, as I have to have a day off to deal with a maintenance thing in my flat. By the time we get to the end of this month, I’ll have had a month of bank Holidays!
I don’t feel good for it. I shouldn’t be left to my own devices. Too much alcohol, too much debauchery, too much emotion. Then, spending a week in regret. Regret about life, everything.
Wednesday, 10th May 2023.
Today has definitely been better, so far. I got up at half seven without issue. No sickness, dizziness, fear,…… it was ok! I knocked the job out the way in good time and was home by 12.
I’ve vacuumed, washed up, dusted, and wiped down the sides. It’s just coming up to 2. All I have to do now is make bolognaise.
I don’t feel sad. I’m not happy, but when am I ever? I feel?…………..nothing.
I made the bolognaise. It was ok. We ate it. Luckily, I got L-Bob’s to get some pamesan. It made the difference.
I had to maintain my mood, so I’m re-watching the first series of Phoenix Nights. Comfort watching.
Thursday, 11th May 2023.
Leicester.
It’s a drive and a half, by the time I get home. Very tiresome. Even as the passenger.
Friday, 12th May 2023.
It doesn’t look like this week is gonna end anytime soon.
I got home about 6.30pm yesterday. A very long day in Leicester. Neither me, or my Guv were in the best of moods.
There wasn’t enough of the day left to do any more than drink a couple of beers, write a complaint letter to the housing association about feeling victimised and sleep.
I woke this morning to a text saying we were working tomorrow. Back at the never-ending job from Hell, just off Oxford Street.
I need the money.
I don’t need the pain and hassle it will bring.