oh clucking bell. The day of disaster. Well it isn't but you get the idea. Another day of drama for me... sigh...
child handling, 2 job interviews... yeah they are just like f*cking train crashes at the moment. The other half hit herself in the face on the door... mental visit to the docs. Its all a bit of a mess. I'm trying to drag my apathetic arse into gear I really am. When the wife hit the door with her face, it had swung open and she got a right crack, she was screaming in pain, blood, the works. I stood there looking and said, f*ck me, I bet that kills! Thats not right. I know its not. But I never had that big moment of she needs caring for. Nothing... Whats that about?
I just feel so drained. Just tired of life really. And visiting the mental doctor. Hows that supposed to fix things? My old boss Divjak (you'll know him Jan, the biggest Serb in an Armija BiH cammo suit) just got pulled for war crimes (I may hide under the bed for a bit) and its like it happened last week for me. In my head there is nothing post 1995. It just isn't on my radar. And nothing seems to be dragging me out of the mire.
Balls... This hasn't come out how I wanted it when I look at it on the screen. Does it make sense? Because very little is making sense to me at the minute.
Still, you've got to laugh though eh?
child handling, 2 job interviews... yeah they are just like f*cking train crashes at the moment. The other half hit herself in the face on the door... mental visit to the docs. Its all a bit of a mess. I'm trying to drag my apathetic arse into gear I really am. When the wife hit the door with her face, it had swung open and she got a right crack, she was screaming in pain, blood, the works. I stood there looking and said, f*ck me, I bet that kills! Thats not right. I know its not. But I never had that big moment of she needs caring for. Nothing... Whats that about?
I just feel so drained. Just tired of life really. And visiting the mental doctor. Hows that supposed to fix things? My old boss Divjak (you'll know him Jan, the biggest Serb in an Armija BiH cammo suit) just got pulled for war crimes (I may hide under the bed for a bit) and its like it happened last week for me. In my head there is nothing post 1995. It just isn't on my radar. And nothing seems to be dragging me out of the mire.
Balls... This hasn't come out how I wanted it when I look at it on the screen. Does it make sense? Because very little is making sense to me at the minute.
Still, you've got to laugh though eh?