Every Word

I've just finished watching "The Pursuit of Happyness". Whilst the film may have its faults, the theme cut deeper with me right now than it normally would. As if pure (black) magic, I found my bank account to be less than empty merely minutes after the closing credits. My train fare to Stoke tomorrow is £7.70. I have £8 in my wallet. That is lucky I suppose.

I really hope that tomorrow can really be the start of the recovery. I should be getting paid by Mum and Dad for a couple of days of work. Then I head to Munich with SCUB on Friday - I already have my Euros stashed away for that. I did really want to cancel the trip, what with my dire financial position and the fact that the mighty WARD CORNER are reuniting on Saturday. But we do need to get away. Nat more than me - she has been amazing, and I really would be screwed without her.

It is strange, because I've been feeling a lot better at times recently. I am reading more, playing guitar, drinking less and even going for a RUN today. But I'm so down right now. This Summer I've been working more with some of the other RAs and by christ they're a bunch of self-righteous arses. This, twinned with the fact that it doesn't seem we should be expecting a payrise. On top of the long standing farce of equal pay with our colleagues.

I am being tested right now. I am angry right now. Thank fuck this song absolutely rips.

Ballad of Chasey Lain

Some people grow more "mature" with the years, and some still laugh at the same jokes they did during high school.

I realised today, however, that I find this rip-roarer even funnier than back then. I am destined for jail.

Fell on Deaf Ears

I really do seem to be getting stupider. There have been a couple of jokes recently that not only did I fail to get, I completely missed altogether. Plus, speaking clearly is becoming increasingly difficult - not only do I seem to be mumbling more, I grow less and less articulate every day.

A particular low point would have been Monday when the Fajtas played the division leaders, who are all completely deaf. At one point the ball ran free near the goal. I charged towards it, slightly behind the attacker. I shouted a battle charge of sorts to maybe put my opponent off.

Instant Crassic

Today I went to the gynaecology department at Derby Royal with a friend. Whilst she was getting, well, sorted out, a pleasant looking woman looked at me reading. I looked back.

We had something in common at least. We were both thinking of her vagina.