Insomnia...

I've been off work now since Monday.

I go through a few hours of calm, positive energy and then a few hours of absolute crippling fear and anxiety. Sleeping a lot seems to help, and playing with the cats. Going outside for a few hours is helping too.

I have to go and see the Occupational Therapist tomorrow, which should be massive joy. Ah well.

I did hear today that certain collegues of mine are pissed off that I'm off work and it's even been said that I'm on holiday. What a load of old bollocks.

HOWEVER.

A nice weekend with friends awaits me and this will be lovely.

New job please!

I want a new job.

Actually, scratch that, I need a new job.

My current job is just making me ill. Seriously. My Anxiety Disorder is getting out of hand and I need something which will not a) drive me insane, b) make me cry, c) give me nightmares, d) make me behave in an irrational and dangerous way.

EDITED thanks to YorksDevil pointing out my little mistake ;)

Closer...

Oooh, Nine Inch Nails, I do rather love them.

I was going to see them live with friends, but money gets in the way of such funs. I'm making do with watching videos instead:

Space Invader Breasts.

What the deuce is Twitter all about ? It still really confuses the pants off me. My Vincenzo has one, and he even has more friends than I do. NONSENSE I tell you.

Anyway.

It’s Friday! And I’m wearing my now-verging on famous Space Invaders vest. I can say this because it’s been “tweeted” about and there’s an applauded photo on Facebook too. Although I suspect that this may have something to do with the fact that you can see my “Boobsicles” in it (Thanks Sean!) That actually leads me on nicely to my next point.

It would appear, that thanks to a diet of strawberries and dark chocolate with a good side-helping of stress, that I am losing weight. *shocked face*

FINALLY. It’s only been MONTHS that I’ve been trying, and suddenly it seems to be happening.

We shall see.

Hopefully, my breasts won’t shrink too much as I really quite enjoy having them now!

Come Up And Try My New Parts....

I can't stop watching this.

I'm quite alarmed that I find Paris Hilton absurdly hot in it.

I feel unclean!

Love me, Hate me, Read me

I’ve been wondering if it is possible for me to start blogging again the way I used to.

There were several mitigating factors surrounding why my posts became more and more mundane, and then gradually stopped altogether.

The demise of 20six.co.uk (well, not so much demise as complete and utter change, which is to be feared) certainly did play a large part. It was like finding out that your boyfriend waxes his chest using your hot wax kit, or that you don’t fancy him anymore once he shaves his mohawk off – slightly disturbing and certainly superficial but incontrovertibly not for you. Everyone who used to be a 20sixer drifted. And that made me very sad. It just wasn’t the same anymore damn it all to Hell*stamps foot*

I guess there was also the personal stuff in my life too; I realise that I’d obviously been using my blog as a form of therapy and also for entertainment, recreation, excitement and validation. Mostly validation. At some point in 2006 the need for actual therapy took over, and seeing Alice at The Rock Clinic every week for 18 months removed a lot of the need to blog. Incidentally, how cool is the name “The Rock Clinic”? It’s more to do with “having a rock in stormy weather” type of thing, but it still made me grin.

Anyway. I know that good things do come to an end and that this is not always a bad thing. Sometimes goodbye is the only way. And to be frank, I met many good people and made some friends who will be, I beleive, with me for life. It's definately time for a reunion!

And I plan to start updating this blog on a more regular, if not daily basis, because I remember the feeling of having an anecdote to share and experiencing something where one of my first reactions was to want to blog about it, and I want that back.

20six, how I yearn for you.

I miss 20six.

I really, really, really miss it.

In July it will be 6 years since I started blogging and nothing has compared to our little community over there since. I feel a bit sad now, actually. You see, I've been in touch with some of the bloggers from those glorious days recently (I even went to see Jarvis with one of them on Monday) and I've come over all nostalgic. I actually scrambled around in my photo archives and found some wicked photos from a couple of "Blinks" that I went to (Incidentally, I really prefer the term Bloggers Anonymous. It just sounds nicer. And less weird) a few years ago and stuck them up on the 'Book. There were multiple comments on the photo album almost immediately! It even spawned TWO blog posts on someone elese blog! One of the photos was stolen! You know who you are, and you're a bad man :P

Ok, so we it was a fairly complicated little group with more intertwining relationships than you would have thought possible, but it was fucking good fun. REALLY good fun. Honestly, I'd get a serious hyper-manic high out of being around those people.

I think it's time to organise a reunion...

F*cktards!

So, it's been a complete f*cking nightmare since I last found the energy and time to blog.

Let me say it now - I hate my job.

No, actually, that isn't true. I don't hate the job, but I do despise the "managers", the whole, jobs-worth, spineless, little-hitleresque bunch of them. F*cktards. Work as a whole has been hyper-busy and the lack of managerial support has made it unbelievably hard to deal with. It's actually making me crazy.

On the look-out for a new position somewhere, if anyone knows of anything?