Wonderous. Just as I get my writing inspiration back, I sleep and it all goes to hell.
I'm concentrating on writing for an hour, then finishing packing and going to find the fucking job center (oh how I loathe the thought of that place, it pisses me off to degrees most people couldn't comprehend). Then it's go to nan's and get money, before off. GAH!
Stupid fucking bed... I hate this journey.
I'm not sorting the laptop till I'm there, cause it's easier like that.
If I don't make another post, then talk to you all at some point. mychemicalcrack good luck with the concert! make sure to send any songs you record, the one I have is lonely.
Edit; Actually, you know what? Fuck the Job Center. it's too much stress on a day when I'm rushing about anyway. I'll sort it when I get back.