Going to throw myself a pity party though I am fully aware others have it rougher then me, but also to act as an update also of who I am and why I am on your lawn
Between now and December I'm probably going to get more entrenched in this nervous breakdown I'm cultivating:
Come Jan 1st I will either have a house, or be unable to even think about applying for one again next year (for various, boring reasons), this is entirely down to the builders whim as to the completion of the house, so we'll see what happens.
At work over the last couple of years my working week has gone from 37.5 hours, to 40, to consistently 50 or more. The work is interesting (we're developing a first of its kind for the energy grid which is cool and challenging).
Last week I brought the car in to have a mirror replaced and the exhaust tightened and found out it is a death trap: Rear brakes gone down to wire (blowout could have happened any time), cracked wishbone and wouldn't give it back to me until the repairs were done.
I spend more time chasing my tail then can commit to introspection or my hobbies, which makes me suspect the greyface Monkey is more in charge most of the time, interspersed with what alcoholics "call moments of clarity", I spend a lot of time worrying that I am neglecting this place which is a shame because even at it's quietest this place never ceases to amaze me with the cool shit that comes out of it.
So that's me, depressive homeless/carless/Irish maintaining that slim fingernail grip on reality.
