Well I went to the job interview last Thursday. I think it went okay; perhaps not brilliant as I was a little flustered. In fact, by the end I was so frazzled I accidentally reversed the car into a trolley stand in front of the trolley collector.
No damage was done to either the cars, trolleys or stand but it was a sign of how much I’d gotten myself worked up. It only bumped it anyway.
I don’t know quite what this is or what you will think of it when you read it.
As you know, I’ve been trying to write poetry to get things out but nothing has manifested itself. My writing is just dying in my hands and I’m not sure what to do with it. There’s probably nothing I can do except to wait it out a bit.
However, I have attempted this in some vague hope that it will pull something through that is more than nothingness.
It’s nearly Christmas and I don’t feel Christmassy at all. Maybe that’s partly the bleak outlook everyone has right now or maybe it’s the fact that I still can’t have a night out that doesn’t involve breaking down and crying on somebody at some point.
There’s also the other thing that I’m getting quite sick of. Maybe most girls would enjoy it, but I don’t. I never have and round about now it’s just making the things going around my head worse.
Maybe you even already guessed that with my lack of being able to deal with something as innocent as a kiss. I don’t know.
Stuck in Heathrow? Planes not moving? Unable to go on your Christmas holidays and escape the dreadful weather that’s keeping you here in the UK?
Well… it’s not the weather’s fault.
That’s right. John McClane is at it again…
He’s at Heathrow airport saving everyone from terrorists while authorities pretend that we’re actually all just stuck under the weather.
