Work - completely manic in the face of impending crisis, so thankful for a long weekend coming up, having to be reactive at the moment due to the amount of stuff going on and the admin staff are doing my head in by screeching and laughing and interrupting like there is nothing of concern going on (nothing aside from the local asda closing down probably would to be fair). I wish I had my own office.
Home - cant stop thinking about mr sheep farmer and his heady scent. Bruises have faded. Wondering what I will fill my weekend with and whether I should avoid the whole husband situation or face it head on or what. Wondering why I let him still invade my thoughts and dictate my feelings so much.
Everything else - that woman who does the weather forecast on BBC breakfast - whats WRONG with her? honestly I end up willing her to breathe everytime I watch her, she wheezes and gasps the whole time like she cant catch her breath, it makes me anxious. I dont want to feel anxious while im waking up. Once you have noticed it you just cant stop either.
