I was to bed... my rented bed, my sub-letted bed (I know it's not a word...it's a place), my uncomfortable bed where I sprawl out every night, sheets tangled around my feet, seeking some draft of cold air from the 47btu's coughing out of the sub-letted air conditioner that I run at full speed, landlord be damned!
I'm searching for my plane ticket, because the availability of a plane ticket back to the Land of Utes... one seat per flight per day in months with an R in them.... makes using points a dodgy way to fly. Thanks to the kindness of people I know...who have an R in their names... I have enough points to try and manage that task. Now, it's finding the flight.
I start to want to whine and moan about things, twats that won't pay me, who thumb their nose at the system, the fact I am not well, that I am very alone right now, and that I would very much like to be curled up somewhere on good sheets...if only to be told I'm okay, and things are going to work out the way they'll work out, and to stop whining.... the good sheets help me deal with issues, you see.
I can do this. I came here for the wrong reasons at the right time, and let myself fall into the old rut.
What I thought would happen never will, what I know is in me grows, and I think somewhere in all of this, I'm making sense.
If nothing else, I've a shiny new red phone to play with. Can't ask for more than that....if only it didn't have a f'ing manual to go with it.