I'm out the door to run off my frustration.

Wow, I officially have no life.
I just spent the last few days creating a new forum skin that's not gonna be used.
Boo.

I'm out the door to run off my frustration.

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...