The last couple of days have been very strange, and made me realise more than ever that nobody’s really got it all figured out, me least of all. After an emotional day yesterday I went out to dinner last night with some school friends. It was a great night as any night involving beer and food at Little Creatures normally is, but I was surprised to find out that the only one of us who has actually been out working for a year and has just bought a house is almost the least sure about whether that’s what she wants to be doing. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, I’ve certainly learnt to appreciate that nothing is certain, but it was just a shock hearing that from someone who I’ve always thought had it all worked out.

Despite feeling very sick when I woke up this morning I managed to drag myself into uni and finish off an assignment before heading to the gym. I ran into The Duke’s older bro there, even that was a bit of a surprise - he certainly wasn’t in bad shape the last time I saw him, but he has lost a shiteload of weight since then! Work this evening was business as usual, apart from the fact that one of the girls told me how she saw someone die at a train station earlier in the week… yikes. And then I had a customer buy something over the phone and ask for ’someone there to drop it off at the Sheraton’ as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Drop it off I did, and was again surprised to find she had left some money for me at the desk. As far as I know it’s still at the desk, but it was still a surprise.

Don’t know what’s wrong with me this week but my brain has been even more restless than usual. I’ve always kept pretty much to myself, and thought that the right person for me would be the person that I could talk to about all the random shit I think about, and listen to all the random shit they think about - just like this one scene in the movie ‘Waking Life’, you’ll know what I mean if you’ve seen it! That would be cool :)

Listening to: Mermaid Avenue - Billy Bragg & Wilco