vermin

Last night I badly burned my arm on a lightbulb whilst trying to take my clothes off.

I am sexual awesome.

My bedroom currently looks like the place where gods with special needs go to play at making universes. I have so much stuff in here it's ridiculous - boxes and bags and fuck knows what. I have too much stuff. I think a fucking great eBay-and-charity-shop haul is in order. You'd never think all this stuff would actually fit in my room, it's like a really shit Tardis. A Retardis, if you will. My chest of drawers is standing in the corner with nothing but a CD player and a pot plant on it and the simplicity of it is almost zen-like after spending seven months in a hole. I can't wait to get a new bed and redecorate my room.

Getting my things back was a big turnaround for me. Going back there was a stark reminder of just how fucking miserable I've been, and being home and free of all that stress and worry and heartache....well I feel fucking great. I had a teary moment saying goodbye to the cats - Cricket didn't really give a toss but when Hamlet saw me he jumped up mewling and came trotting over to headbump me. Going to miss his dumb face.

I've spent so long feeling like nothing is ever going to change, and now it's like a plug has been pulled and everything is moving so fast it's making me dizzy. I woke up this morning in such a good mood it was almost idiotic.

So...yeah.