hate this

Christmas was great. Really was. Good presents, great food, great company - hanging out with Bambi and my family was highly entertaining.

Problem is, I'm getting super stressed about the flatting situation and the more stressed I get, the tireder I get and the less able I am to rationally deal with having to end Grnage St and start somewhere new. It's getting to the point where I almost want to flag going to Phat just so as I can get this whole living arrangement thing sorted.

And I hate that. I hate being so stressed and tired and frustrated that I'd quite willingly throw away anything in order to get it all organised. FUCK. I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS and now I'm going to go to bed and have a wee cry.