Last night’s shift was not good. Not good at all. I can’t go into why, not on here, but suffice to say, it was not good.
It’s left me feeling drained and tired, and fed up and angry. This, on top of my current slight downness has produced something akin to a bare tiredness and frustration. I feel like I used to feel when I was sliding into depression; I know I’m not, it’s a stable emotion; I would think linked to my dad.
Although I still feel happy, at times, it’s very transient at the moment. I guess that I’m really looking forward to getting away. Getting away with Trey and getting some space, air and mountains.
In the name of that I bought the service stuff for the mog today (and stuff to service the infernal fuel pump), some new waterproof trousers, some new walkingy trousers, and some waterproofing spray. I also bought some oil and a warning triangle, I’m nothing if not prepared. Well, okay, I’m generally badly prepared.
I also had another blood test today – in aid of the “oh look, my liver’s gone south again” fund. So, uh, hopefully this test’ll come back okay, but I best go get on the Excercise (Rowing) machine, just in case.
Although I am fully and entirely shattered and knackered.
And I want my piano. I guess that’s a sign of my mood, I want my piano. Creativity is often a bad sign with me :-/
