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| Met up with an old French friend last night, she was in London visiting her cousin so popped down to Beckenham to see me and the missus. It was fairly decent, had a good natter and stuff but I feel a bit drained by socialising. If I can avoid it in general I do. I, rather selfishly I suppose, felt aggrieved at using up my regular Monday reading night. I look forward to my mondays, my flatmate goes to a pub quiz in north london so I have the place to myself so I just sit and read and chill. I hadn't seen the girl in almost a year but still thought 'but it's monday'. I just find socialising...draining. I'm not much of a friend man, which is probably why I don't have any. It was good seeing her though, had a good natter then kipped back at the missuses flat. Hopefully my flatmate might pop out for a beer with his workmates this week meaning I can still have my monday night thing. Feel pretty shit today. Look decidedly yellow, which is crap, and just feel knackered. I can feel the first twinges of dread at having to see my liver consultant on Monday, I always get worked up before seeing these people. that leek and potato soup was shit. well, not shit, but not right either. I'm looking forward to going ot Monkeyworld at the weekend, as well as just generally going down to Weymouth. Dunno why but I always enjoy the drive quite a lot. Got Friday off an arl, so that's a winner. I can't fucking face another incredibly boring, drawn-out afternoon. Work is really getting me down at the moment. This bank job is never ending and it's just such basic stuff to do it's depressing. Fucking hell, in comes the fucking cunt next to me, eating his sandwich making 'mmmmmm,mmmm,mmm' noises as he eats. What a fucking nobhead. Oh, and now goes my lead trying to make a dismal joke while looking at me for some kind of laughing approval. Time for the headphones. | ||
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