I'm beginning to worry about how easily it is to go out and drink way to much.
My entire blog seems to becoming a diary of my hangovers.
Oh well, back to the job hunt.
Got sacked. Ish. Was leaving anyway but they asked me to go a bit sooner as they didnt want to buy a new pc.
Have had the thought of cruise ships put in my head.
Sounds quite fun. Plus the traveling sounds fab. I love to travel. I need to get away. Escape again. Be away from everything. Especially Vodka...
I have only been back a short time but it feels like everything has just gone back to the way it was before I left. So what was the point in leaving?
Or what was the point in coming back. Mebbe I am just not supposed to be here. Mebbe I am supposed to keep buggering off til I find what ever it is I am looking for.
Problem is I have no idea what I am looking for so how the hell will I know when I have found it? Will it have a big sign over it saying "I AM HERE" in huge flashing, neon letters?
If not, I will probably walk straight past it. I don't tend to realise what is happening around me. I'm to lost in the internal music factory I have inside my head that I listen to when I am on my own. I also walk in to things a lot...
So what now? No idea. Well I know that I am out on Friday with the girls and in Watford for a messy weekend on Sat. After that?
Your guess is as good as mine...