I was dancing when I was Twelve . . .

So, after minimal alcohol and a few realisations last night, I slept in until 8am this morning and then read until 9. (I have a day off work. I'm allowed)

Then I've managed to get myself up, dressed, hair done, kitchen cleaned, washing up done and clothes in the machine - so I'm pleased with myself because I can actually get proper grown up things done.

Fannishly, I've got a plan to finish the remix fic. It starts with going down to the library at the bottom of the street (My grandmother has a library at the bottom of her street!) and finding a few research type books and then sitting here and writing until it's done. Then I'll attack Liz's beta.

In real life news - like I said yesterday, I could make a list of people who don't like me - but I wouldn't get past high school without running out of paper. If you like me, great. If you want to show this, better. If you don't that's fine to - you definately won't be the only one. Sure, I hate losing friends, but I'm just not in a place in my life where I can be around people who don't want me there. I spent a good 12 years or so doing that.

Not sure where I am or where I have been. In other words - insane.

Having a minor panic attack because I have to be at work by 7.30am tomorrow and public transport out here kinda sucks. I'm not sure why this is so much of a hassle, because I used to be at work by 6am.

I think I'm just in the mood for a minor panic attack.

I've noticed that I've been very strict in planning out my day today. Telling myself that I'll do certain things in a certain order and not letting anything be spontaneous. New, organised me, maybe? I've also been having a lot of fun with the remix - maybe I won't give up on the writing so quickly.

Going to make mashed potatos for dinner because there's a serious lack of dinner food and I'm way too tired to go to the shops. I'm feeling very, very tired and can't believe I've had 16 hours of sleep over the last two nights.