disappointments

so work is getting insane again, and the soccer is nearly over. whatever will i live for after this. on the up side it was pay day yesterday so i had the appropriate splurge where i blow my fun budget all in one day and then live in the guilt for the rest of the month fun times. it was great. and i added to my shoe collection (again) which makes me deliriously happy (twice), and something that is going to over take me soon. if people find me, aged 80, living alone and penniless, buried under the largest pile of shoes known to mankind but with a large smile on my face, i would be totally unsurprised, happy, and know that i succeeded in my mission.

today is stress day to get rolling on work issues as the deadlines are piling up and i keep pretending that they don't exist. however, unfortunately, the people in my neighbourhood are still insane, and one of my favourite things, still doing relentless home improvements and renovations. chirst its enough to drive me insane, which causes the cabin fever to kick in, along with the problem of the total lack of concentration that i have, and i tend to want to leave the house for fun (quiet) rather than sit at home, pretending to work, listening to the barrage of angle grinders, hose pipes, hammering, chain saws, lawn movers, and the blessed vacuum cleaner. again how i love suburbia. hence the blog posts instead. its almost like im working really; im at home, in front of the computer, and that counts for something. right. please. say. its. true.

wishing the vacuum| would stop and the neighbours|| die.