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Mar. 5th, 2006 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI am absolutely bloody knackered. Tired enough to find pronouncing 'bloody' with a long ooooo kinda hilarious, but also too tired to laugh.
Stomach is not loving me, but my head... feeling kinda well balanced. Hunh. We shall see how long it lasts.
And I know I'll be job hunting, and that by the end of the week the fact that I have no job will be DOOM. DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! but for the moment the combined prospects of never having to go back to specsavers and having a day or two off are actually quite pleasing.
Okay. Bed now.
Stomach is not loving me, but my head... feeling kinda well balanced. Hunh. We shall see how long it lasts.
And I know I'll be job hunting, and that by the end of the week the fact that I have no job will be DOOM. DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! but for the moment the combined prospects of never having to go back to specsavers and having a day or two off are actually quite pleasing.
Okay. Bed now.
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Date: 2006-03-05 04:22 pm (UTC)That's pretty much exactly how I felt after $LastJob fired me. Before the "Oh crap I'm going to die" kicked in, there was this beautiful "I NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT SHITHOLE" moment. Enjoy that feeling.
(Also, good luck)