Three weeks in and I am already struggling to find time to write. How ridiculous. It might help if I were to stop using my unemployment as an excuse to travel around the country seeing people that regular work got in the way of. Who am I kidding, I love it. I would happily sit in this cafe writing for the rest of my life if someone were to pay me for it.
This weekend I travelled up North to see my friend Ali from the magical town of Bolton. In the Bolton countryside the chav's run free and drink from the fountain of Strongbow, laced with the powers of indistinguishable speech and unbeatable ability to spit. Once we tore ourselves away from those wonders though we hopped across to Manchester for shopping and Liverpool for sightseeing and music.
All in all a very busy and lovely weekend.
Back home it is a wee bit more grim. The power's of denial have helped me put off my packing to move back home until today when I should be moving out, well, today. It's a mess. Burning all my clothes sounds like a very convenient packing method at the moment, as well as an excuse to buy an entire new wardrobe. I was saved before I could even get through the first draw by a phone call from one of my recruiters...
Week three
Interviews: two
Packing: shoes so far, thought I'd work from the bottom up
Interview prep: Book buying as a reason to leave the chaos of my room even though I am perfectly aware I can probably find the same information on the Internet? Done.
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