purplerabbits

So, January. So far it has consisted of being revoltingly drunk, sick, hungover and then generally depressed and revolted with myself - kind of an inevitable progression really. I am now mostly physically OK, with a side order of totally fucked sleep patterns and a background stomach ache. Also am at work (well, technically) which is not great, but may be better than staying in and having major panic attacks cos I can hear my flat blowing down.

Also, due to beoing too depressed to do any shopping round, I have just had all the money for my vastly inflated house insurance taken from my account, which means I have £103 after bills to live on through January. This is doable, but doesn't leave much room for nice teas with knitters or travelling or for anything else to go wrong at all never mind for paying someone to help with my shit hole of a flat. This is AFTER said bill has eaten my Xmas cheque from mum, so getting something nice for myself is right out.

Ah well, onward and, er, onward. And less of the moping, hopefully.