The past few weeks has seen me fall back into old habits. I’m finding that my temper has been harder to control, and I’ve been far more prone to snapping, especially when behind the wheel.
There’s something about it that sets me off. I broke the inside handle on the passenger door the other night, because I’d been waiting for nearly 30 minutes for C to finish work. I’d opened the door for some reason, maybe to poke my head out, and seeing that she was nowhere to be found, i slammed the door, breaking the plastic that secures the handle to the metal on the other side. Good one dickhead.
Mt days are spent doing music work, but i seem to be procrastinating more than usual, doing blogging on echo kinetic, but the thing that is really starting to get to me is that i am in no way in control of what happens the next couple of weeks.
I have a finite amount of money, which seems to be disappearing at a frightening rate. C is looking after the payout money for me (good idea, trust me), and using it to pay my bills and compulsory outgoings. She’s also paying for all my food, entertainment, everything. I don’t even have enough loose change for a quiet pint at the pub.
It’s like my freedom has been taken from me. Everything is now controlled by other people, potential jobs, my day to day living, even down to what i can do for dinner.
This really sucks to put it bluntly, and i know that I’ve got at least another week of this, because the job that looks promising has an HR department that moves at snails pace.
Wooo…
