9 days 'till Christmas. (I'm working 7 of them.)
I have destroyed my health. This week has killed my soul. Monday: concert then drinking, Tuesday: theatre then drinking, Wednesday: Maths class then drinking, Thursday: pantomime then drinking, Friday: much eating and drinking. I've been taking about seven Pro Plus every days, eating sporadically and unhealthily, watching online videos obsessively and revising infequently. The mess on my floor is now completely out of hand, I can barely get from the door to my bed without stepping on breakable objects like jewellery and CDs, or tripping over things. I have no future and feel thoroughly lost. My short term memory is abysmal. I can't sleep at night yet feel permanently exhausted. I haven't washed my hair in nearly a week.
To cut to the chase, I'm pretty broken right now.The pitiful amount of Christmas shopping I've actually got done is lying crushed somewhere amongst the mess on my floor. My parents are also infuriating me with their constant financial demands and snide remarks. All they seem to talk about is: when I'm going to cook for them, how great Christmas is going to be without me and when I'm going to pay the rent. And why are they so desperate for my money? In their current account they have £4012.19; together with my rent they have £5012.61. This is their current account used solely for groceries and standing orders! On top of this they have five-figure savings, a six-figure annual salary, two houses and very comfortable pensions. I'm happy to pay rent, but why must they think about it with such disturbing anticipation? Why must they bring it up at every meal? Why must they have anxious conversations about their money as though my cheque is a contribution against their impending poverty?
How do people do the whole going-out-every-night-and-working-every-day thing? Even without evening classes it's a real challenge. Socially it's been a marvellous week, but I'm ready to sleep for the next fortnight. Opening my eyes every morning is pure torture. This wasn't a problem in the summer working at the pharmacy, so either the farm labour is just too much or I've aged several years since then.
I'm feeling a bit chilly, maybe I can convince my mother to switch the central heating on for once, without being scolded for having no ecological conscience or preached to about the cost of energy.
On second thoughts I might just put an extra jumper on...
x
7 Comments:
Make sure it doesn't add to the washing load.
And I think it's a rather good policy they operate. My parents are in the same basic situation and I seem to be doing fine with the money and such despite having no job, no real income and no vast expenditures or locked-in financial arrangements. But I don't have a social life or any ambition to have one, so you're three up on me.
Mike xxx
Seriously haven't washed any clothes in like a month. Very very very bad situation. Although at least I still have clean underwear +_+
That's the most important thing. Because you'd hate to have double-soiled underwear after the bus has hit you. How do they find out whether the pants was dirtys before the accident?
Mike xxx
Shut up.
If push comes to shove, conserve your party energies for New years.
If I have anything to do with it, New Years '06 is going to most definately bring the thunder. Right on.
I read in new scientist about drugs that allow you to sleep for, like, 2 hours a day. Maybe we should get you on those, whatever unknown side-effects there are, they can't be any worse than caffeine...
x
http://www.newscientist.com/channel/health/mg18925391.300-get-ready-for-24hour-living.html
Modafinil, thats the stuff. Investigate at your own peril....
Behold the new face of chemical dependency.
or try polyphasic sleep.
google it.
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