I can't commute to basingtoke, its two hours away.
I'm trying to find a job but there don't seem to be any for me. Good degree? they ask, nope, not really. I'm not even qualified enough for the crappy jobs that I don't want. But yesterday was ok, because yesterday was the sick day!! I walked home to lunch and stayed there, put leggings on, (Le Cashback!), had a bagel and herbal and hot choc/coffee/soya confection. I went on the computer, typed up some letters, listen to music, tidied my room. Boy did I tidy my room! I cleaned out all the cupboards, sorted through the boxes filled with random stuff that I can never normally face but could today because it was grey outside, I had leggings on, it was a weekday and I was in my lovely room in my lovely house, at home. Away from the wierd virtual reality zone that work seems like..god its sooo boring. It doesn't help when you're two new flatmates (but old friends) are both slacker unemployed bastards. And it certainly doesn't help spending all day at work reading about lives spent in bedrooms, smoking, in clubs, with friends on other people's weblogs you don't even know.