just the regular "what are you up to?"

I've got to get out of the house.

I've been working on a new look for my forum non-stop for a few days.

Everybody's gone so I have no one to hang out with.

Gahh.

It's some sort of a holiday today again.

Bank holiday.

My doctor's not working today, so I cannot get the cert for social welfare.

That means no money til Friday.

Which means no psychologist on Tuesday.

I have to spare a fiver for phone credit to ring the psychologist tomorrow and tell her I'm too poor to see her.

I'm not in a hurry to see her anyway.

I have to write a story about my phobia for her.

I really don't want to do it, it's just too gross.

I don't even want think about my phobia, let alone write a detailed story about it.

I told her I'm not making any promises but I will try and write the story.

Anyway, the lack of money might buy me some time to write the thing.

And I have a psychiatrist appoitment this week aswell.

More antidepressants - woohoo!

They do make me quite happy and healthy, so I don't want to stop taking them just yet.

Hmmh, oh I just remembered I think the holiday is something to do with World War 1.

I don't know anything about history since I slept through most of the classes in school, but Colette told me something like it in the morning.

I sent a text to my "bf" yesterday, just the regular "what are you up to?".

Got a reply today.

Damn, it's making me nervous and anxious.

I still don't know what to do with him.

Ughhh.

When he's not around I'm happy being single, but when he's around I feel like being with him.

Dang.

Yeah...