Fuck off David.

I have been so stressed.

Oh my gosh. Stress. STRESS.



So we've moved in and everything was dandy until I opened the mail and I've got a court summoning. Erm.... what? Because we haven't been paying council tax even though we've just moved in. So I sorted that shit out, like a boss, and we're good to go. No need for the court of justice. Next problem, the internet doesn't work. So I spend hours upon hours on the phone to Sky trying to sort it out. I must have given my details out over 50 times by the time it was done. But good ol' Rhubarb does it again. Internet starts working. Grand. THEN we discover our fridge doesn't work. Landlord doesn't believe us until he sends someone from British gas over and they take one look and write it off. So I get a few phone calls from him saying it's going to be sorted out. Now we've just got to sort out the bills and pay from the TV license. I say we, actually I mean me. Because I've been doing all the motherfucking work around here. Admittedly I prefer to because then at least I'm on top of everything and it teaches me how to be prepared next time. But the stress... the friggin stress it has put me under. And my dreams have been fucked up lately. Thingy keeps popping back in them. In the last one he contacted me over skype again and it was trippy because I woke up thinking that I'd spoken to him, even though it's been well over a year. Must be coming up to two now. Jesus.

URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH.

I watched Arnie's first film Hercules In New York. Funniest fucking film ever. I love that man. Him and Sly are so up there as my favourite people on Earth. I LOVE 'em.