Work

I start work at Blockbuster tomorrow, going to spend the evening in a hot bath reading Richard Laymon until I'm ready to crash.

I'm a little nervous. While temping I've been doing jobs my CV really isn't equipped for. Thrown in the deep end fairly complicated stuff. That's fine. Problem is anything that should be simple, I'm much more likely to mess up. No idea why at all.

My brothers been in contact a bit more but it's strange. It's like the whole family is mentally wiping over the situation.

And I can't wait for the Sex in the City movie next week.

And that's all for now. I'm writing too much to have the energy to feel like an idiot blathering away.